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HYMNS 



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DEVOTIONAL POETEY. 



COLLECTED AXD ARRANGED BY 



C. W. ANDREWS. 



EIGHTH EDITION. 



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INDEX OF SUBJECTS/ 



PAGS 

I. God, 21 

II. Christ, 29 

III. The Holy Ghost, 49 

IY. The Gospel CallT 

Awakening and Inviting, GO 

Y. The Way of Saltation, 33 

VL Prayer, 117 

YII. Praise, 133 

YIII. Christian Experience : 

Warfare, Trials, Hopes, 1-44 

IX. Sanctlfication, 201 

X. Missions, 212 

XI. Death, 221 

XII. The Resurrection, 253 

XIII. Judgment, 257 

XIY. Heaven and Hell, 267 

XY. Miscellaneous, 27G 

XYL Affliction: 

1. Severe Suffering, Mental or Bodily, . . 359 

2. In Sickness, 331 

3. The Believer Submissive and Rejoicing. . 394 

4. The Believer Dying, 40 1 

5. When the Spirit has Fled, 412 

* From the nature of many hymns this Index must necessarily be 
imperfect. 



PREFACE. 



This book has been nearly twenty years in reach- 
ing its present form. Since its republication by the 
Evangelical Knowledge Society in 1857, numerous 
editions have been sold, both for private and congre- 
gational use. It has been again carefully revised, 
and some forty hymns removed, and their places sup- 
plied by those of greater merit. 

It contains about three hundred not found in 
" Hymns for Church and Home," without including 
any in the Prayer-Book Collection. The Sixteenth 
Section, entitled "Affliction," consists mostly of devo- 
tional poetry for private use. 

Some alterations of Hymns are generally concurred 
in as improvements, and will doubtless become per- 
manent, but in general they are believed to be for the 
worse, and where any are here made from current 
versions, they are generally restorations to the 
original. 



4 PREFACE. 

In some hymns the literary merit predominates, in 
more the religious. There are comparatively few 
extant which combine both in a high degree. The 
original design (which has been carried through every 
revision) was to exclude those which had neither, and 
include all in the language which give the most con- 
densed and forceful expression to Christian doctrine 
and Christian feeling. Such hymns in their effects 
upon the soul, surpass all other human writings, 
having a felicity and extent of application, and a 
depth and concentration of meaning which constitute 
the nearest approach to the Holy Scriptures, and 
hence among all the people of God the Bible and the 
Hymn-Book have been usual companions. 



HYMNS 

AND 

DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 



I. GOD. 

1. L.M. 

HOLY, holy, holy Lord ! 
Thou God of hosts by all adored : 
The earth and heavens are full of Thee, 
Thy light, Thy power, Thy majesty. 

2 Loud hallelujahs to Thy name, 
Angels and seraphim proclaim ; 

By all the powers and thrones in heaven. 
Eternal praise to Thee is given. 

3 Apostles join the glorious throng, 
And swell the loud triumphant song ; 
Prophets and martyrs hear the sound. 
And spread the hallelujahs round. 

4 Glory to Thee, O God most high ! 
Father, we praise Thy majesty; 
The Son, the Spirit we adore, 
One Godhead blest for evermore. 

CONDER. 



22 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 



HAIL ! holy, holy, holy Lord ! 
Whom One in three we know ; 
By all Thy heavenly host adored, 
By all Thy Church below. 



2 One undivided Trinity, 

With triumph we proclaim ; 
Thy universe is full of Thee, 
And speaks Thy glorious name. 



3 Thee, holy Father, we confess ; 
Thee, holy Son, adore : 
Thee, Spirit of truth and holiness, 
We worship evermore. 



The incommunicable right, 

Almighty God, receive ! 
Which angel-choirs, and saints in light, 

And saints embodied <nve. 



Three persons, equally divine, 

We magnify and love : 
And both the choirs ere long shall join 

To sing thy praise above. 



Hail ! holy, holy, holy Lord ! 
(Our heavenly song shall be,) 
Supreme, essential One, adored 
In coetttrnal Three. 

TVesley 



CM. 



GOD. 23 



3. CM. 

THE Lord descended from above, 
And bowed the heavens most high ; 
And underneath His feet He cast 
The darkness of the sky. 

2 On cherub and on cherubim 

Full royally He rode, 
And on the wings of might)' winds 
Came flying all abroad. 

3 He sat serene upon the floods, 

Their fury to restrain ; 
And He, a sovereign Lord and King, 
For evermore shall reign. 

4 God, my strength and fortitude ! 

Of force I must love thee : 
Thou art my castle and defense, 
In my necessity ! 

Sternhcld. 



C.M. 



I^EEP silence, all created things, 
L And wait your Maker's nod ; 
My soul stands trembling, while she siu^ 
The honors of her God. 

2 Life, death, and hell, and wo 1 * 1 ' 
Hang on His firm dec^ 
He sits on no precarious 
ISTor borrows leave — to 



>4 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

3 Before His throne a volume lies, 
With all the fates of men, 
With ev'ry angel's form and size 
Drawn by th' eternal pen. 



4 His providence unfolds the book, 
And makes his counsels shine ; 
Each op'ning leaf, and ev'ry stroke, 
Fulfills some deep design. 



5 Here, he exalts neglected worms 
To sceptres and a crown ; 
And there, the following page he turns, 
And treads the monarch down. 



6 Not Gabriel asks the reason why, 

Nor God the reason gives ; 

Nor dares the fav'rite angel pry 

Between the folded leaves. 



In Thy fair book of life and grace, 
Oh ! may I find my name 

Recorded in some humble place, 
Beneath my Lord — the Lamb. 



"WATTa 



CM, 



BEGIN, my tongue, the heavenly strain ; 
Awake, my heart, and sing 
The gracious work and saving name 
Of our eternal King. 



UUD. 25 

Tell of his wondrous faithfulness, 
And sound his power abroad ; 

Sing the sweet promise of his grace, 
And the performing God. 

Proclaim salvation from the Lord 

To wretched, dying men ; 
His hand has writ the sacred word 

With an immortal pen. 

Engraved as in eternal brass, , 

The mighty promise shines : 
Nor can the powers of darkness raze 

Those everlasting lines. 

Yes, ev'ry word of grace is strong 
As that which built the skies ; 

The voice that rolls the stars along, 
Speaks all the promises. 

Jesus, unchangeable, the same, 

My confidence, my boast ; 
Thou wilt not put my soul to shame, 

Xor let my hope be lost. 

Watts. 



6. L.M. 

YTOW to the Lord a noble song ! 

ii Awake my soul, awake my tongue, 
Hosanna to the Eternal Xame, 
And all His boundless love proclaim. 

2 See where it shines in Jesus' face, 
The brightest image of His grace ; 
God, in the person of His Son, 
Hath all His mightiest works outdone. 



26 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

3 The spacious earth and spreading flood 
Proclaim the wise and powerful God ; 
And thy rich glories from afar 
Sparkle in every rolling star. 

4 Grace ! 'tis a sweet, a charming theme ; 
My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name ! 
Ye angels, dwell upon the sound ! 

Ye heavens, reflect it to the ground ! 

5 Oh ! may I live to reach the place 
Where He unveils His lovely face ! 
Where all His beauties you behold, 
And sing His name to harps of gold ! 

Watts. 



7. CM. 

] RATHER, how wide thy glory shines ! 
How high thy wonders rise ! 
Known through the earth by thousand 
signs, 
By thousands through the skies : 
Those mighty orbs proclaim thy power ; 

Their motions speak thy skill ; 
And on the wings of every hour 
We read thy patience still. 

2 Part of thy name divinely stands 

On all thy creatures writ ; 
They show the labor of thy hands, 

Or impress of thy feet ; 
But when we view thy strange design 

To save rebellious worms, 

Where vengeance and compassion join 
In their divinest forms : 



GOD. 27 

Here the whole Deity is known, 

Xor dares a creature guess 
Which of the glories brightest shone, 

The justice or the grace : 
Xow the full glories of the Lamb 

Adorn the heavenly plains ; 
Bright seraphs learn Irumanuel's name, 

And try their choicest strains. 

Oh ! may I bear some humble part 

In that immortal song ! 
Wonder and joy shall tune my heart, 

And love command my tongue. 
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 

Who sweetly all agree 
To save a world of sinners lost, 

Eternal glory be. 

Watts, 



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8. CM. 

X all my vast concerns with thee, 
In vain my soul would try 
To shun Thy presence, Lord, or flee 
The notice of Thine eve. 



2 Thy all-surrounding sight surveys 
My rising and my rest, 
31 y public walks, my private ways, 
The secrets of my breast. 

.3 My thoughts lie open to the Lord 
Before they're formed within ; 
And ere my lips pronounce the word, 
He knows the sense I mean. 



28 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

•i O wondrous knowledge, deep and high ! 
Where can a creature hide ? 
Within thy circling arms I lie, 
Beset on every side. 

Wesley. 



9. CM. 

OGOD ! we praise Thee, and confess 
That Thou the only Lord 
And everlasting Father art, 
By all the earth adored. 

2 To Thee all angels cry aloud, 

To Thee the powers on high, 
Both cherubim and seraphim, 
Continually do cry : 

3 O holy, holy, holy Lord ! 

Whom heavenly hosts obey, 
The world is witli the glory tilled 
Of Thy majestic sway.' 

4 The apostles' glorious company, 

And prophets crowned with light, 
With all the martyrs' noble host, 
Thy constant praise recite. 

5 The holy Church throughout the world, 

O Lord ! confesses Thee, 
That Thou the eternal Father art 
Of boundless majesty. 

Patrick. 



CHRIST. 29 



II. CHKIST. 



THE INCAENATIOK. 



10. 



NO war nor battle sound 
Was heard the world around ; 
No hostile chiefs to furious combat ran ; 
But peaceful was the night, 
In which the Prince of Light 
His reign of peace upon the earth began. 

2 The shepherds on the lawn, 

Before the point of dawn, 
In social circle sat ; while all around, 

The gentle fleecy brood 

Or cropped the flowery food, 
Or slept or sported on the verdant ground. 



3 When lo ! with ravished ears, 

Each swain delighted hears 
Sweet music, offspring of no mortal hand ; 

Divinely-warbled voice 

Answering the stringed noise, 
With blissful rapture charmed the listening 
band. 



30 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL TOETRY. 

4 They saw a glorious light, 
Burst on their wondering sight ; 

Harping in solemn choir, in robes arrayed, 

The helmed cherubim 

And sworded seraphim 
Are seen in glittering ranks, with wings dis- 
played. 

5 Sounds of so sweet a tone 
Before were never known, 

But when of old the sons of morning sung, 

While God disposed in air 

Each constellation fair, 
And the well-balanced world on hinges hung. 

6 " Hail, hail, auspicious morn ! 

The Saviour Christ is born !" 
Such was th' immortal seraph's song sublime. 
" Glory to God in heaven ! 
To man sweet peace is given, 
Sweet peace and friendship to the end of time." 

Milton. 



11. IH.5. 

ANGELS from the realms of glory 
Wing your flight o'er all the earth; 
Ye who sang creation's story, 
Now proclaim Messiah's birth. 

Come and worship, 
Worship Christ, the new-born King. 

2 Shepherds, in the field abiding, 

Watching o'er your flocks by night, 



CHRIST. 31 

God with man is now residing : 
Yonder shines the infant light. 
Come and worship, 
Worship Christ, the new-born King. 

Sages, leave your contemplations ; 

Brighter visions beam afar ; 
Seek the great desire of nations ; 

Ye have seen His natal star. 
Come and worship, 
Worship Christ, the new-born King. 

Saints, before the altar bending, 
Watching long in hope and fear, 

Suddenly the Lord descending, 
In his temple shall appear. 
Come and worship, 

Worship Christ, the new-born King. 

Sinners, wrung with true repentance, 

Doomed for guilt to endless pains, 
Justice now revokes the sentence, 
Mercy calls you — break your chains. 
Come and worship, 
Worship Christ, the new-born King. 

Montgomery. 



12. III.3. 

HARK ! what mean those holy voices 
Sweetly sounding through the skies ? 
Lo ! the angelic host rejoices, 
Heavenly hallelujahs rise. 



32 HYMNS AND DETOTIOXAL POETRY. 

2 Hear them tell the wondrous story; 
Hear them chant in hymns of joy : 
Glory in the highest, glory ! 
Glory be to God most high ! 

3 " Peace on earth, good will from heaven, 

Reaching far as man is found ; 
Souls redeemed, and sins forgiven!" 
Loud our golden harps shall soimd. 

4 Christ is born, the Great Anointed ; 

Heaven and earth his praises sing ! 
Oh ! receive whom God appointed, 
For your Prophet, Priest, and King ! 

5 Haste, ye mortals, to adore Him ; 

Learn His name and taste His joy ; 
Till in heaven ye sing before Him : 
" Glory be to God on high !" 

Cawood 



13. S. M. 

NOW to Thine altar, Lord, 
A broken heart I bring, 
And wilt Thou graciously accept 
Of such a worthless tiling ? 

2 To Christ, the bleeding Lamb, 
My faith directs her eves ; 
All other offerings are vain, 
But not His sacrifice. 

o That moment He expired 
The law was satisfied, 

And now to its severest curse 
I answer, u Jesus died." 

Bkddomi. 



CHRIST. 33 



14. 

u As the branch can not bear fruit of itself, except it abide in the 
vine; no more can ye, except ye abide in me." — Johx 15 : 4. 

OHOLY Saviour, friend unseen, 
Since on Thine arm Thou bidd'st us lean, 
Help us throughout life's changing scene, 
By faith to cling to Thee ! 



2 Blessed with this fellowship divine, 
Take what Thou wilt, we'll not repine ; 
For, as the branches to the vine, 
"We only cling to Thee ! 



Though far from home, fatigued, opprest, 
Here we have found a place of rest ; 
As exiles still, yet not unblest ; 
Because we clins; to Thee ! 



4 What though the world deceitful prove, 
And earthly friends and hopes remove ; 
W T ith patient, uncomplaining love 
Still can we cling to Thee ! 



Though oft we seem to tread alone 
Life's dreary waste with thorns o'ergrown, 
Thy voice of love in gentlest tone 
Still whispers cling to me. 



34 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

C Blest is our lot, whatever befall, 
Whom none can sever, none appal ; 
Since, as our strength, our rock, our all, 
Jesus we clinor to Thee ! 



15. KM. 

WHERE high the heavenly temple stands, 
The house of God not made with hands, 
A great High-Priest our nature wears, 
The guardian of mankind appears. 

2 He who for men their surety stood, 
And poured on earth His precious blood, 
Pursues in heaven his mighty plan, 

The Saviour and the friend of man. 

3 Though now ascended up on high, 
He bends on earth a brother's eye, 
Partaker of the human name, 

He knows the frailty of our frame. 

4 Our fellow-sufferer yet retains 
A fellow feeling of our pains, 
And still remembers in the skies, 
His tears, His agonies and cries. 

5 In every pang that rends the heart, 
The Man of Sorrows has a part. 
He sympathizes with our Lcri<'(', 
And to the sufferer sends relief. 



CHRIST. 35 

With boldness, therefore, at the throne, 
Let us make all our sorrows known, 
And ask the aid of heavenly power, 
To help us in the evil hour. 

Logan. 



16. CM. 

CHRIST is the sure foundation-stone, 
Which God in Zion lays, 
To build our heavenly hopes upon, 
And his eternal praise, 

2 Chosen of God, to sinners dear, 

His saints adore His name ; 
They rest their whole salvation here, 
Nor shall they suffer shame. 

3 The scribe, the Pharisee, and priest, 

Reject him with disdain ; 
Yet on this Rock the Church shall rest, 
And envy rage in vain. 

4 What though the gates of hell withstood, 

Yet must this building rise ; 
'Tis thine own work, almighty God, 
And wondrous in our eyes. 



17. CM. 

THE Saviour, oh ! what endless charms 
Dwell in the blissful sound ! 
Its influence ev'ry fear disarms, 
And spreads sweet comfort round. 



36 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

2 Here pardon, life, and joys divine, 

In rich effusion flow, 
For guilty rebels lost in sin, 
And doomed to endless wo. 

3 Oh ! the rich depths of love divine, 

Of bliss, a boundless store ! 
Dear Saviour, let me call Thee mine ; 
I can not wish for more. 

4 On Thee alone my hope relies, 

Beneath Thy cross I fall ; 
My Lord, my life, my sacrifice, 
My Saviour, and my all. 



Stwelb. 



18. CM. 

JESUS, I love Thy charming name, 
'Tis music to my ear ; 
Fain would I sound it out so loud 
That earth and heaven might hear. 

2 Yes, Thou art precious to my soul, 

My transport and my trust ; 
Jewels to Thee are gaudy toys, 
And gold is sordid dust. 

3 All my capacious powers can wish, 

In Thee doth richly meet ; 
Nor to my eyes is light so dear, 
Nor friendship half so sweet. 

4 I'll speak the honors of Thy name, 

With my last, parting breath; 
And dying, clasp thee in my arms, 
The antidote of death. 

DODDRUMJl. 



CHRIST. 37 



19. CM. 

OH ! for a thousand tongues, to sing 
My great Redeemer's praise ! 
The glories of my God and King, 
The triumphs of His grace ! 

2 My gracious Master, and my God, 

Assist me to proclaim, 
To spread through all the earth abroad, 
The honors of Thy name. 

3 Jesus ! the name that charms our fears, 

That bids our sorrows cease ; 
5 Tis music in the sinner's ears, 
'Tis life, and health, and peace. 

4 He breaks the power of reigning sin, 

He sets the prisoner free ; 
His blood can make the foulest clean ; 
His blood availed for me. 

TTeslf.y. 



H 



20. CM. 

OW sweet the name of Jesus sounds 

In a believer's ear ! 
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, 
And drives away his fears. 



2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, 
It calms the troubled breast ; 
'Tis manna to the hungry soul, 
And to the weary, rest. 



38 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

3 Dear Name, the rock on which I build 

My shield and hiding-place, 
My never-failing treasury, filled 
With boundless stores of grace. 

4 By Thee my prayers acceptance gain, 

Although with sin defiled ; 
Satan accuses me in vain, 
And I am owned a child. 

5 Jesus, my shepherd, guardian, friend, 

My prophet, priest, and King, 
My Lord, my life, my way, my end, 
Accept the praise I bring. 

G Weak is the effort of my heart, 
And cold my warmest thought ; 
But when I see Thee as Thou art, 
I'll praise Thee as I ought. 

7 Till then I would Thy love proclaim 
With every fleeting breath, 
And may the music of Thy name 
Refresh my soul in death. 

Newtox. 



si. II. 4. 



H 



AIL, everlasting Spring! 

Celestial Fountain, hail ! 
Thy streams salvation bring, 
Thy waters never fail : 
Still they endure, 
And still they flow, 
For all our wo 
A sovereign cure. 



CHRIST. 39 

Blessed be His wounded side, 

And blessed His bleeding heart, 
Who all in anguish died 
Such favors to impart : 
His sacred blood 
Shall make us clean 
From ev'ry sin, 
And fit for God. 



To that dear source of love, 

Our souls this day would come ; 
And thither from above, 
Lord, call the nations home ; 
Till Jew and Greek, 
With rapt'rous songs 
On all their tongues, 
Thy praise shall speak. 

Doddiudgb. 



22. II. 3. 

JESUS! source of calm repose, 
Thy like nor man nor angel knows, 
Fairest among ten thousand fair : 
E'en those whom death's sad fetters bound, 
Whom thickest darkness compassed round, 
Find light and life if Thou appear. 

2 Effulgence of the light divine ! 
Ere rolling planets knew to shine, 

Ere time its ceaseless course began : 
Thou, when th' appointed hour was come, 
Didst not abhor the virgin's womb, 

But God with God wast man with man. 



40 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

3 The world, sin, death, oppose in vain ; 
Thou, by Thy dying, Death hast slain, 

My great Peliv'rer and my God ! 
In vain does the old Dragon rage, 
In vain all hell its powers engage ; 

None can withstand Thy conq'ring blood. 

Wesley. 



38. L. M. 

MY song shall bless the Lord of all, 
My praise shall climb to His abode ; 
Thee, Saviour, by that name I call, 
The great Supreme, the mighty God. 

2 Without beginning or decline, 

Object of faith, and not of sense; 
Eternal ages saw Him shine, 
He si lines eternal ages hence. 

3 As much when in the manger laid, 

Almighty Ruler of the sky, 
As when the six days work lie made 
Filled all the morning stars with joy. 

4 Of all the crowns Jehovah bears, 

Salvation is His dearest claim ; 

That gracious sound well pleased He hears. 

And owns Immanuel tor His name. 

5 A cheerful confidence I feel. 

My well-placed hopes with joy 1 see, 
My bosom glows with heavenly zeal 
To worship Him who died for me, 

Cow rut 



CHRIST. 41 



24. L. M 



H 



E lives ! the great Redeemer lives ! 

"What joy the blest assurance gives ! 
And now, before his Father, God, 
Pleads the full merits of His blood. 



2 Repeated crimes awake our fears, 

And justice, armed with frowns, appears: 
But in the Saviour's lovely face 
Sweet mercy smiles, and all is peace. 

3 In every dark, distrustful hour, 
When sin and Satan join their power, 
Let this dear hope repel the dart — 
That Jesus bears us on His heart. 

4 Great Advocate, almighty Friend ! 
On thee our humble hopes depend : 
Our cause can never, never fail, 
For Jesus pleads, and must prevail. 

Steelk. 



25. CM. 

OH! the delights, the heavenly joys, 
The glories of the place, 
Where Jesus sheds the brightest beams 
Of His overflowing grace. 

2 Sweet majesty and awful love, 
Sit smiling on His brow ; 
And all the glorious ranks above, 
At humble distance bow. 



42 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

3 This is the man, th' exalted man, 
Whom we unseen adore ; 
But when our eyes behold His face, 
Our hearts shall love Him more. - 



Watts. 



o 



96. II. 6. 

SACRED head ! now wounded, 

With grief and shame bowed down, 
Now scornfully surrounded 

With thorns Thine only crown ; 
O sacred head ! what glory, 

What bliss till now was Thine ; 
But though despised and gory, 

I joy to call thee mine. 



2 What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered 

Was all for sinners' gain ; 
Mine, mine was the Iran agression, 

But Thine the deadly pain; 
Lo here I fall, my Saviour, 

'Tis I deserve Thy place, 
Look on me with Thy favor, 

Vouchsafe to me Thy grace. 

3 The joy can noVr be spoken, 

Above all joy beside, 
When in thy body broken, 

I thus with safety hide ; 
My Lord of life, desiring 

Thy glory now to see, 
Beside Thy CrOSS expiring, 

I'll breathe my soul to Thee. 



CHRIST. 43 

A What language shall I borrow, 

To thank Thee, dearest Friend, 
i<or this Thy dying sorrow, 

Thy pity without end ? 
On ! make me Thine forever, 

And should I fainting be, 
Lord, let me never, never, 

Outlive my love to Thee. 

5 If ever I should leave Thee, 

O Jesus ! leave not me ; 
In faith may I receive Thee, 

When death shall set me free. 
When strength and comfort languish, 

And I must hence depart, 
Release me then from anguish, 

By Thine own wounded heart. 

6 Be near when I am dying, 

Then show Thy cross to me, 
And to my succor flying, 

Come, Lord, to set me free; 
These eyes new faith receiving. 

From Jesus will not move. 
For he who dies believing, 

Dies safely through Thy love. 

Paul Gerhardt.* 



27. III. 2. 

f\ O to dark Gethsemane, 

vj Ye that feel the tempter's power, 
Your Redeemer's conflict see, 

Watch with Him one bitter hour: 
Turn not from His griefs away, 
Learn of Jesus Christ to pray. 

* Translated bv J. W. Alexander." 



44 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

2 Follow to the judgment-ball, 

View the Lord of life arraigned. 
Oh ! the wormwood and the gall, 

Oh ! the pangs his soul sustained. 
Shun not suffering, shame, or loss, 
Learn of Him to bear the cross. 

3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb ; 

There adoring at His feet, 
Mark that miracle of time — 

God's own sacrifice complete. 
It is finished, hear Him cry. 
Learn of Jesus Christ to die. 

4 Early hasten to the tomb, 

Where they laid His breathless clay. 
All is solitude and gloom : 

Who hath taken Him away ? 
Christ is risen — He meets our eyes ! 
Saviour, teach us so to rise. 

MONTGOMERY. 



28. L. M. 

INTERNAL beam of light divine, 
J Fountain of unexhausted love ; 
In whom the Father's glories shine, 
Through earth beneath, and heaven 
above : 



2 Jesus, the weary wand'rer's rest, 
Give me Thy easy yoke to bear ; 
With steadfast patience arm my breast, 
With trustful love and lowly fear. 



CHKIST. 45 

3 Thankful I take the cup from Thee, 

Prepared and mingled by Thy skill : 
Though bitter to the taste it be, 
It hath the power to heal me still. 

4 Be thou, O Rock of ages ! nigh, 

That I each murm'ring thought ma) 
shun ; 
i And grief and fear and care shall fly, 
As clouds before the mid-day sun. 

5 Speak to my warring passions, Peace ; 

Say to my trembling heart, Be still ; 
Thy power can bid the conflict cease, 
For all things serve Thy sovereign will. 

6 O death ! where is thy sting? Where now 

Thy boasted victory, O grave ? 
Who shall contend with God ? or how 
Can he be hurt whom God will save ? 

Wesley. 



29. L. M. 

'TWAS on that dark, that doleful night, 
1 When powers of earth and hell arose 
Against the Son of God's delight, 

And friends betrayed Him to His foes. 

2 Before the mournful scene began 

He took the bread, and blessed, and brake ; 
What love through all His actions ran ! 
What wondrous words of grace He spake. 



40 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETR* 

3 M This is my body broke for sin, 
Receive and eat the living food :" 
Then took the cnp and blessed the wme . 
" 'Tis the new covenant in my blood.' 7 



4 "Do this," He cried, "till time shall end, 
In mem'ry of your dying Friend ; 
Meet at my table, and record 

The love of your departed Lord." 



5 Jesus ! Thy feast we celebrate ; 

We show Thy death, we sing Thy name, 
Till Thou return and we shall eat 
The marriage-supper of the Lamb. 

Wirre. 



30. III. 4 



M 



ANY woes had Christ endured, 

Many sore temptations met, 
Patient and to pains inured ; 

But the sorest trial yet 
Was to be sustained in thee, 
Gloomy, sad Gethsemane I 



2 Came at length the dreadful night! 

Vengeance, with his iron rod, 
Stood, and with collected might, 

Bruised the harmless Lamb of God 
See, my soul, the Saviour Bee, 

1 'rostrate in Gethsemane. 



CHRIST. 47 

View Him in that dark recess, 

Agonizing, bathed in blood ; 
View thy Maker's deep distress, 

Hear the cries and groans of God : 
Then reflect what sin must be, 
Gazing on Gethsemane. 



Oh! what wonders love has done, 

But how little understood : 
God well knows, and knows alone, 

What produced that sweat of blood : 
Who can thy deep mysteries see, 
Wonderful Gethsemane ? 



There my God bore all my guilt : 
Tins through grace can be believed ; 

But the torments which He felt 
Are too vast to be conceived : 

Xone can penetrate through thee, 

Doleful, dark Gethsemane. 

All my sins against my God — 
All my sins against His laws — 

AJ1 my sins against His blood — 
All my sins against His cause — 

Sins as boundless as the sea ! 

Hide me. O Gethsemane ! 



7 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
One almighty God of love, 
Praised by all the heavenly host 
In thv shining courts above — 
We poor sinners, gracious Three, 
Praise thee for Gethsemane. 



Hart. 



48 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 



31. HI. 4L 

HARK, ten thousand harps and voices 
Sound the note of praise above ; 
Jesus reigns and heaven rejoices: 

Jesus reigns the God of love. 
See He sits on yonder throne ! 
Jesus rules the world alone ; 

Hallelujah, amen! 

2 Jesus, hail ! whose glory brightens 

All above and gives it worth ; 
Lord of love, thy smile enlightens, 

Cheers, and charms thy saints on earth ; 
When we think of love like Thine, 
Lord, we own it love divine. 

3 King of glory, reign forever, 

Thine an everlasting crown ; 
No thing from Thy love can sever 

Those whom Thou hast made Thine own ; 
Happy objects of Thy grace, 
Chosen to behold Thy face. 

4 Saviour, hasten Thine appearing, 

Bring, oil ! bring, the glorious day, 
When the awful summons hearing, 

Heaven and earth shall pass away : 
Then with golden harps we'll sing, 
Glory, glory, to our King. 

Kelly, 



THE HOLY SPIRIT. 49 



III. THE HOLY SPIRIT. 



32. S.M. 

T ORD God, the Holy Ghost, 
J J In the accepted hour, 
As on the day of Pentecost, 
Descend in all thy power. 

2 We meet with one accord, 

In our appointed place, 
And wait the promise of our Lord — 
The Spirit of all grace. 

3 Like mighty rushing wind, 

Upon the waves beneath, 
Move with one impulse every mind — 
One soul, one feeling breathe. 

4 Spirit of life, explore 

And chase our gloom away ; 
With lustre shining more and more, 
Unto the perfect day. 

5 Spirit of truth, be Thou 

In life and death our guide ; 
O Spirit of adoption ! now 
May we be sanctified. 

Montgomery 



50 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 



33. L. M. 

COME, Holy Spirit, calm my mind, 
And fit me to approach my God ; 
Remove each vain, each worldly thought, 
And lead me to thy blest abode. 

2 Hast Thou imparted to my soul 

A living spark of holy lire ? 
Oh ! kindle now the sacred flame, 
Make me to burn with pure desire. 

3 A brighter faith and hope impart, 

And let me now my Saviour see : 
Oh ! soothe and cheer each burdened heart, 
And bid my spirit rest in Thee. 

BURDEIL 



34:. L.M. 

COME, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire, 
And lighten with celestial lire : 
Thou the anointing Spirit art, 
Who dost thy sev'n-fold gills impart, 

2 Thy blessed unction from above 
I >mfort, life, and fire of love; 
Enable with perpetual light 

The dullness of our blinded sight. 

:> Keep far our foes, give p< a • i at home ; 
Where thou art guide, no ill can come; 
Teach us to knfcw the Father, Son, 
And Thee of both to be but one. 



THE HOLY SPIRIT. 51 

That through the ages all along 
This, this may be our endless song ; 
Praise to Thy eternal merit, 
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. 



35. C. M. 

COME, Holy Ghost, my soul inspire — 
This one great gift impart — 
What most I need, and most desire, 
An humble, holy heart. 

2 Bear witness that I'm born again, 

My many sins forgiven ; 
Xor let a gloomy doubt remain 
To cloud my hope of heaven. 

3 More of myself grant I may know, 

From sin's deceit be free, 
In all the Christian graces grow, 
And live alone to Thee. 



36. S. M. 



COME, Holy Spirit, come, 
With energy divine, 
And on this poor benighted soul 
With beams of mercy shine. 

2 From the celestial hills 

Life, light, and joy dispense, 
And may I daily, hourly feel 
Thy quick'ning influence. 



52 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

3 Melt, melt this frozen heart, 
This stubborn will subdue ; 
Each evil passion overcome, 
And form me all anew. 



Mine wall the blessing be ; 

But Thine shall be the praise ; 
And unto Thee will I devote 

The remnant of my days. 



Hart 



37. C. M. 

COME, Holy Ghost, our hearts inspire, 
Let us Thy inlluence prove ; 
Source oTthe old prophetic lire, 
Fountain of life and love. 

2 Come, Holy Ghost, for, moTed by Thee, 
The prophets wrote and spoke ; 
Unlock the truth, Thyself the key, 
Unseal the sacred book. 



3 Expand Thy wings, celestial Dove, 
Brood o'er our nature's night ; 
On our disordered spirits move, 
And let there now be light. 



4 God, through Himself, we then shall know, 
If Thou within us shine ; 
And sound, with all Thy saints below. 
The depths of love divin<\ 

Weslet 



THE HOLY SPIRIT. 53 



38. L. M. 

ETERNAL Spirit ! we confess, 
And sing, the wonders of thy grace : 
Thy power conveys our blessings down, 
From God the Father and the Son. 

2 Enlightened by Thy heavenly ray, 
Our shades and darkness turn to day ; 
Thine inward teachings make us know 
Our danger, and our refuge too. 

3 Thy power and glory work within, 
And break the chains of reigning sin, 
Do our imperious lusts subdue, 
And form our wretched hearts anew. 

4 The troubled conscience knows Thy voice 
Thy cheering words awake our joys : 
Thy words allay the stormy wind, 

And calm the surges of the mind. 

Watts. 



39. L.M. 

LOOK down, O Lord ! with pitying eye, 
See Adam's race in ruin lie ; 
Sin spreads its trophies o'er the ground, 
And scatters slaughtered heaps around. 

2 And can these dead awake and live ? 
And can these perished bones revive ? 
That, mighty God ! to Thee is known ; 
That wondrous work is all Thine own. 



54 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRF. 

3 Thy ministers are sent in vain, 
To prophesy upon the slain, 

In vain they call, in vain they cry, 
Till thine almighty aid is nigh. 

4 But if Thy Spirit deign to breathe, 

Life spreads through all the realms of death ; 
Dry bones obey Thy powerful voice — 
They move, they waken, they rejoice. 

Doddridge. 



40. L. M. 

CREATOR, Spirit! by whose aid 

\J The world's foundations first were laid, 

Come, visit every waiting mind ; 

Come, pour Thy joys on human kind. 

2 Thrice Holy Fount, thrice Holy Fire, 
Our hearts with heavenly love inspire ; 
Come, and thy sacred unction bring 
To sanctify us while we sing. 

3 O Source of uncreated light I 
The Father's promised Paraclete ! 
From sin and sorrow set us free, 
And make us temples worthy Thee ! 

4 Chase from our minds th' infernal foe, 
And peace, the fruit of love bestow ; 
And lest our feet should step astray, 
Protect and guide us in the way. 

5 Make us eternal truths receive, 
And practice all that we believe ; 
(Jive us Thyself that we may see 
The Father and the Son, by Thee. 

Drydkn. 



THE HOLY SPIRIT. 55 



41. S.M. 

I^HOU Comforter divine, 
Let Thy bright rays of love 
Amidst our gloom and darkness shine, 
And guide our souls above. 

2 Draw with Thy still small voice 

Us from each sinful way, 
And bid the mourning soul rejoice 
Though earthly joys decay. 

3 By Thine inspiring breath 

Make every cloud of care, 
And e'en the gloomy vale of death, 
A smile of glory wear. 

4 Oh ! fill Thou every heart 

"With love to all our race. 

Great Comforter, to us impart 

The fullness of Thy srace. 



42. III. L 

OUTPOURING OF THE SPIRIT. 

SEE how great a flame aspires, 
Kindled by a spark of grace ! 
Jesus' love the nations fires — 
Sets the kingdoms in a blaze. 

2 To bring fire on earth He came, 
Kindled in some hearts it is : 
Oh ! that all might catch the flame, 
All partake the glorious bliss. 



56 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

3 When He first the work begun, 

Small and feeble was His day ; 

Now the word doth swiftly run ; 

Now it wins its widening way. 

4 More and more it spreads and grows, 

Ever mighty to prevail ; 
Sin's strongholds it now o'erthrows — 
Shakes the trembling rates of hell. 



Saw ye not the cloud arise, 
Little as a human hand ? 

Now it spreads along the skies — 
Hangs o'er all the thirsty land. 

Lo ! the promise of a shower 
Drops already from above , 

But the Lord will shortly pour 
All the spirit of His love. 



s 



Wkslet 



43. III. 5. 

Prayer for the outpouring of the Spirit. 

AVIOUR, visit Thy plantation, 
1 Grant us, Lord, a gracious rain ! 
All will come to desolation, 

Unless Thou return again: 
Kerf* no longer at a distance, 

Shine upon us from on high; 
Lest for want of Thine assistance, 

Ev'ry plant should droop and die. 



THE HOLY SPIRIT. 57 

2 Surely once Thy garden flourished, 

Ev'ry part looked gay and green ; 
Then Thy word our spirits nourished, 

Happy seasons we have seen ! 
But a drought has since succeeded, 

And a sad decline we see ; 
Lord, Thy help is greatly needed — 

Help can only come from Thee. 

3 Where are those we counted leaders, 

Filled with zeal, and love, and truth ? 
Old, yet green, like ancient cedars, 

Bright examples of our youth ? 
Some in whom we once delighted, 

We shall meet no more below ; 
Some alas ! we fear are blighted, 

Scarce a single leaf they show. 

4 Let our mutual love be fervent, 

Make us prevalent in prayers ; 
Let each one esteemed thy servant 

Shun the world's bewitching snares ; 
Break the tempter's fatal power, 

Turn the stony heart to flesh ; 
And begin, from this good hour, 

To revive Thy work afresh. 

Nswio*. 



" My aon, give me thine heart." 

HERE is my heart ! my God, I give it Thee : 
I heard Thee call and say, 
tk Xot to the world, my child, but unto me ; " 
I heard and will obey : 
3* 



58 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

Here is love's offering to my King, 
Which in glad sacrifice I bring : 
Here is my heart. 

2 Here is my heart ! surely the gift, though 

poor, 
My God will not despise ; 
Vainly and long I sought to make it pure, 

To meet Thy searching eyes ; 
Corrupted first in Adam's fall, 
The stains of sin pollute it all : 
My guilty heart ! 

3 Here is my heart ! my heart so hard before, 

Now by Thy grace made meet ; 
Yet bruised and wearied, it can only pour 

Its anguish at Thy feet ; 
It groans beneath the weight of sin, 
It sighs salvation's joy to win : 
My mourning heart ! 

4 Here is my heart ! in Christ its longings end, 

Near to His cross it draws ; 
It says : u Thou art my portion, O my Friend ! 

Thy blood my ransom was." 
And in the Saviour it has found 
What blessedness and peace abound : 
My trusting heart ! 



Here is my heart ! ah ! Holy Spirit, come, 

Its nature to renew, 
And consecrate it wholly as Thy home, 

A temple fair and true. 
Teach it to love and serve Thee more, 
To fear Thee, trust Thee, and adore: 

My cleansed heart I 



THE HOLY SPIRIT. 59 

6 Here is my heart ! it trembles to draw near 

The glory of Thy throne ; 
Give it the shining robe Thy servants wear, 

Of righteousness Thine own ; 
Its pride and folly chase away, 
And all its vanity, I pray : 
My humbled heart ! 

7 Here is my heart ! teach it, O Lord ! to cling 

In gladness unto Thee ; 
And in the day of sorrow still to sing, 
" Welcome, my God's decree :" 
Believing, all its journey through, 
That Thou art wise, and just, and true : 
My waiting heart ! 

8 Here is my heart ! O Friend of friends ! be 

near, 
To make each tempter fly ; 
And when my latest foe I wait with fear, 

Give me the victory ! 
Gladly on Thy love reposing, 
Let me say, when life is closing : 
" Here is my heart ! " 



GO HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY 



IV. THE GOSPEL CALL. 



AWAKENING AND INVITING. 



45. III. L 

WHEN thy mortal life is fled, 
When the death shades o'er thee spread, 
When is finished thy career, 
Sinner, where wilt thou appear ? 



2 When the world has passed away, 
When draws near the judgment-day, 
When the awful trump shall sound, 
Say, oil ! where wilt thou be found ? 



3 When the Judge descends in light, 
Clothed in majesty and might, 
When the wicked quail with fear, 
Where, oh! where;, wilt thou appear? 

4 What shall soothe thy bursting heart, 

When the saints and thou must part? 
When the good with joy are emnned, 
Sinner, where, wilt thou be found? 



THE GOSPEL CALL. 61 

While the Holy Ghost is nigh, 
Quickly to the Saviour fly ; 
Then shall peace thy spirit cheer ; 
Then in heaven shalt thou appear. 

SI, F. Smith. 



4=Q. III. 3. 

HARK ! an awful voice is sounding, 
" Christ is nigh !" it seems to say ; 
" Cast away the dreams of darkness, 
O ye children of the day!" 

2 Startled at the .solemn warning, 

Let the earth-bound soul arise ; 

Christ, her Sun, all sloth dispelling, 

Shines upon the morning skies. 

3 Lo ! the Lamb so long expected, 

Comes with pardon down from heaven ; 
Let us haste with tears of sorrow, 
One and all to be forgiven. 

4 So when next He comes with glory, 

"Wrapping all the earth in fear ; 
May He then, as our defender, 
On the clouds of heaven appear. 

C AS WALL, TR. 



S 



4r7. L. M. 

IXXER, oh ! why so thoughtless grown ? 

Why in such fearful haste to die ? 
Why speed thy flight to worlds unknown, 

Regardless of thy destiny ? 



02 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

2 Wilt thou defy the wrath of God, 

Led on by sin's delusive dreams ? 
Madly despise the Saviour's blood, 
And force thy passage to the flames ? 

3 Sinner, oh ! lift thy thoughts above, 

And hear the Lord of life unfold 
The glories of His dying love — 
Forever telling, yet untold ! 



Watts. 



4c&. C. M. 

VAIN man, thy fond pursuits forbear, 
Repent ! thy end is nigli ; 
Death, at the farthest, can't be far — 
Oh ! think before thou die ! 

2 Reflect thou hast a soul to save ; 

Thy sins, how high they mount ! 
What are thy hopes beyond the grave ? 
How stands that dread account ? 

3 Death enters, and there's no defense, 

His time there's none can tell ; 
He'll in a moment call thee hence, 
To heaven — or to hell ! 

4 Thy flesh, perhaps thy chiefest care, 

Shall crawling worms consume: 
But ah! destruction stops not there — 

Sin kills beyond the tomb. 

5 To-day the Gospel calls, to-day, 

Sinner, it speaks to you : 
Let ev< ry one forsake his way, 

And mercy will ensue. 

TTaiit, 



A 



THE GOSPEL CALL. 63 



4,9. C. M. 

H ! who can speak the vast dismay 

That fills the sinner's mind, 
When, torn by death's strong hand away, 

He leaves his all behind ! 



2 Wbrldings who cleave to earthly things, 

But are not rich to God, 
Will feel that death is full of stings, 
And hell a dark abode. 

3 How blinded mortals fondly scheme 

For happiness below, 
Till death destroys the pleasing dream, 
And they awake to wo. 

4 O Saviour ! make us timely wise, 

Thy Gospel to attend ; 
That we may live above the skies, 
When time and life shall end. 

Newton. 



50. L. M. 

OTIME ! how few thy value weigh, 
How few will estimate a day ! 
Days, months, and years are roiling on, 
The soul neglected and undone. 

2 In painful cares, or empty joys, 
Our life its precious hours destroys : 
Whilst death stands watching at our side, 
Eager to stop the living tide. 



64 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

3 Was it for this, ye mortal race, 
Your Maker gave you here a place ? 
Was it for this His thoughts designed 
The frame of your immortal mind 

4 For nobler cares, for joys sublime, 
He fashioned all the sons of time ; 
Pilgrims on earth, but soon to be 
The heirs of immortality. 



Scott. 



51. C. M. 

JOY to the world, the Lord is come ! 
Let earth receive her King ; 
Let every heart prepare him room, 
And heaven and nature sing. 

2 Joy to the world — the Saviour reigns, 

Let men their songs employ ; 
While fields, and floods, rocks, hills and plains 
Repeat the sounding joy. 

3 No more let sin and sorrow grow, 

Nor thorns infest the ground ; 
lie comes to make his blessings How 
Far as the curse is found. 

4 He rules the world with truth and grace, 

And makes the nations prove 
The glories of His righteousness, 
And wonders of II is love. 

Waits. 



52. L.M. 

WHILE life prolongs its precious light, 
Merry is found and peace is given, 
But soon, ah! soon, approaching night 
Shall blot out every hope of heaven. 



THE GOSPEL CALL. 65 

2 While God invites, how blessed the day ! 

How sweet the Gospel's charming sound ! 
Come, sinners, haste, oh ! haste away, 
While yet a pardoning God is found. 

3 Soon, borne on time's most rapid wing, 

Shall death command you to the grave ; 
Before his bar your spirits bring, 
And none be found to hear or save. 

4 In that lone land of deep despair, 

No Sabbath's heavenly light shall ris9 ; 
No God regard your bitter prayer, 
Nor Saviour call you to the skies. 

Dvhght. 



53. L. M. 

COME, O ye sinners ! to the Lord, 
In Christ to paradise restored ; 
His proffered benefits embrace, 
The plenitude of Gospel grace.' 

2 A pardon written with His blood ; 
The favor and the peace of God ; 
The seeing eye, the feeling sense, 
The mystic joys of penitence ; 

3 The godly fear the pleasing smart, 
The meltings of a broken heart ; 
The tears that tell your sins forgiven ; 
The sighs that waft your souls to heaven ; 

4 The guiltless shame, the sweet distress, 
The unutterable tenderness ; 

The genuine, meek humility ; 

The wonder, why such love to me ? 



66 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

5 The o'erwhelrning power of saving grace, 
The sight that veils the seraph's face ; 
The speechless awe that dares not move, 
And all the silent heaven of love. 

DODDRIDG" 



54=. KM. 

j^OME, weary souls, with sin distressed, 
\J Come, and accept the promised rest ; 
The Saviour's gracious call obey, 
And cast your gloomy fears away. 

2 O ppressed with sin, a paingil load, 

Oh ! come and spread your woes abroad : 
Divine Compassion, mighty Love, 
Will all the painful load remove. 

3 How mercy's boundless ocean flows, 

To cleanse your guilt and heal your woes 
Pardon and life, and endless peace ; 
How rich the gifts — how free the grace! 



4 Lord, we accept, with thankful heart, 
The hope Thy gracious words impart ; 
We come with trembling, yet rejoice, 
And bless the kind inviting voice. 



5 Dear Saviour, let Thy wondrous love 
Confirm our faith, our fears remove; 
Oli ! sweetly influence every breast, 
And guide us to eternal rest. 

Steele. 



THE GOSPEL CALL. 67 

55. P. M. 

STRIVE, for the way is straight, 
In which the Saviour trod, 
And narrow is the gate 

That leadeth up to God. 
Cut off th' offending hand, 

Pluck out th' offending eye ; 
Turn ye at God's command ; 
Sinners, why will ye die ? 

2 Strive, for there are but few 

Who find the living way, 
And why, alas ! will you 

Still blindly go astray ? 
Oh ! shun the crowded gate, 

Though wide it seem and fair, 
'Twill bring you, soon or late, 

To anguish and despair. 

3 Strive, ere life's setting sun 

Shall sink in thickest gloom : 
Strive, night is coming on, 

Ye hasten to the tomb. 
Ask, mercy shall be given ; 

Seek, as for hidden gold ; 
Knock, and the Lord of heaven 

The gates will wide unfold. 



56. C M. 

COME, sinner, to the Gospel feast ; 
Oh ! come without delay ; 
For there is room in Jesus' breast 
For all who will obey. 

2 There's room in God's eternal love 
To save thy precious soul ; 
Room in the Spirit's grace above 
To heal and make thee whole. 



68 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

3 There's room within the Church redeemed 
With blood of Christ divine ; 
Room in the white-robed throng convened, 
For that dear soul of thine. 

i There's room in heaven among the choir, 
And harps and crowns of gold, 
And glorious palms of victory there, 
And joys that ne'er were told. 

3 There's room around thy Father's board 
For thee and thousands more. 
Oh ! come and welcome to the Lord ! 
Yes, come this very hour. 

Huntingdon 



57. 

CHILD of sin and sorrow, 
Filled with dismay, 
Wait not for to-morrow, 

Yield thee to-day. 
Heaven bids thee come 
While yet there's room. 
Child of sin and sorrow, 
Hear and obey. 

2 Child of sin and sorrow, 

Why will ye die ? 
Come while thou canst borrow 

Help from on high. 
Grieve not that Love. 
Which from above, 
Child of sin and sorrow, 

Would bring thee nigh. 



THE GOSPEL CALL. 69 

Child of sin and sorrow, 

Where wilt thou flee 
Through that long to-morrow, 

Eternity ? 
Exiled from home, 
Where wilt thou roam ? 
Child of sin and sorrow, 

Where wilt thou flee ? 



Child of sin and sorrow,. 

Lift up thine eye 
Heirship thou canst borrow 

In worlds on high ! 
To that high home 
Through Christ alone, 
Child of sin and sorrow, 

Swift homeward fly. 



Hastings. 



58. IV. 5. 

THE voice of Free Grace 
Cries, Escape to the mountain ; 
For Adam's lost race 

Christ hath opened a fountain. 
For sin and uncleanness, 

And every transgression, 
His blood flows most freely 
In streams of salvation. 
Hallelujah to the Lamb 

Who hath bought us our pardon, 
We'll praise him again 
When we pass over Jordan. 



70 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

2 Ye souls that are wounded, 

To Jesus repair ; 
Now He calls you in mercy — 

And can you forbear ? 
Though your sins are as scarlet 

Still flee to the mountain, , 
That blood can remove them 

Which streams from this fountain. 
Hallelujah, etc. 

3 O Jesus ! ride onward, 

Triumphantly glorious. 
O'er sin, death, and hell, 

Thou'rt more than victorious ; 
Thy name is the theme 

Of the great congregation, 
While angels and saints 

Raise the shout of salvation. 
Hallelujah, etc. 

4 With joy shall we stand 

When escaped to the shore ; 
With our harps in our hands 

We will praise Him the more; 
We'll range the sweet fields 

On the banks of'the river, 
And sing of salvation 

Forever and ever. 
Hallelujah, etc. 

TUOBNBT 



59. HI. 5. 

COME, ye souls, by sin afflicted, 
Bowed with fruitless sorrow down; 
By the perfect law convicted, 
Through the cross behold the crown ! 

Look to Jesus, 
Mercy flows through Him alone. 



THE GOSPEL CALL. 

Take His easy yoke, and wear it ; 

Love will make obedience sweet ; 
Christ will give you strength to bear it, 

While His wisdom guides your feet, 
Safe to glory, 

Where his ransomed captives meet. 



H 



60. III. 5. 

EAR, O sinner ! mercy hails you ; 

Now with sweetest voice she calls ; 
Bids you haste and seek the Saviour. 
Ere the hand of justice falls : 

Hear, O sinner ! 
5 Tis the voice of mercy calls. 



See! the .storm of vengeance gathering 
O'er the path you dare to tread ; 

Hark ! the awful thunder rolling, 
Loud and louder o'er your head : 

Turn, O sinner ! 
Lest the lightning strike you dead. 



Haste, O sinner ! to the Saviour ; 

Seek His mercy while you may ; 
Soon the day of grace is over — 
Soon your life will pass away : 

Haste, O sinner ! 
You must perish if you stay. 

Reed. 



to HYMNS AXD DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 



n 



61. L- M. 

Off lonjj the time since Christ besjan 

To call in vain on me ! 
Deaf to His warning voice, I ran 
Through paths of vanity. 

2 He called me when my thoughtless prime 

Was early ripe to ill ; 
I passed from folly on to crime, 
And yet He called me still. 

3 He called me in the time of dread, 

When death was full in view ; 
I trembled on my feverish bed, 
And rose to sin anew. 

4. My struggling will by grace control, 
Renew the broken vow ; 
That blessed light breaks on my soul, 
My God I hear Thee now ! 

Heber. 



62 HI. 2. 

I^ROM the cross uplifted high, 
Where the Saviour deigns to die, 
What melodious sounds we hear, 
Bursting on the ravished car : 
"Love's redeeming work is done, 
Come, and welcome, sinner, come. 

2 "Sprinkled now with blood the throne, 
Why beneath thy burthens groan ! 
On my pierced body laid, 
Justice owes the ransom paid ; 
Bow the knee and kiss the Son ; 
Come and welcome, sinner, come. 



THE GOSPEL CALL. 73 

"Spread for thee the festal board, 
See with richest dainties stored ; 
To thy Father's bosom pressed, 
Yet again a child confessed, 
Never from His house to roam ; 
Come and welcome, sinner, come. 



" Soon the days of life shall end ; 

Lo ! I come, your Saviour, Friend, 

Safe your spirits to convey 

To the realms of endless day, 

Up to my eternal home; 

Come and welcome, sinner, come." 

HAWE>i 



63. L. M. 

HARK ! from the cross a voice of peace 
Bids Sinai's awful thunders cease ; 
Sinner, that voice of love obey, 
From Christ the true, the living way. 



2 How else His presence wilt thou bear, 
When He in judgment shall appear — 
When slighted love to wrath shall turn, 
And all the earth like Sinai burn ! 



3 Now from the cross a voice of peace 
Bids Sinai's awful thunders cease ; 
O sinner! while 'tis called to-day. 
That voice of Sovereign Love obcv. 



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64. L. M. 

EEP are the wounds which sin has made: 

Where shall the sinner find a cure ? 
In vain, alas ! is nature's aid, 

The work exceeds her utmost power. 



2 But can no sovereign balm be found ! 

And is no kind physician nigh, 
To ease the pain, and heal the wound, 
Ere life and hope forever flv ? 

3 There is a great Physician near ; 

Look up, O fainting soul ! and live ; 
See, in His heavenly smiles appear 
Such help as nature can not give. 

4 See, in the Saviour's dying blood / 

Life, health, and bliss, abundant flow: 
'Tis only that dear, sacred flood 
Can ease thy pain and heal thy wo. 

Steklr. 



65. S. M 

YE trembling captives hear, 
The Gospel trumpet sounds; 
]STo music more can charm the ear, 
Or heal your heartfelt wounds, 

2 'Tis not the trump of war, 
Nor Sinai's awful roar; 
Salvati >nV news it spreads afar, 
And vengeance is no more. 



THE GOSPEL CALL, 75 

3 Forgiveness, love, and peace, 

Glad heaven aloud proclaims, 
And earth the Jubilee's release 
With eager rapture claims. 

4 Far, far to distant lands 

The saving news shall spread, 
And Jesus all His willing bands 
In glorious triumph lead. 



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66. HI. 2, 

EARTS of stone ! relent, relent, 

Break, by Jesus' cross subdued; 
See His body, mangled, rent, 

Covered with his flowing blood ! 
Sinful soul ! what hast thou done ? 
Crucified God's only Son ! 

Yes, thy sins have done the deed, 

Driven the nails that fixed Him there, 

Crowned with thorns His sacred head, 
Pierced Him with the bloody spear, 

Made His soul a sacrifice — 

While for sinful man He dies. 



Wilt thou let Him bleed in vain — 
Still to death thy Lord pursue ? 

Open all his wounds again, 

And the shameful cross renew ? 

No ! with all my sins I'll part, 

Break, oh! break, my bleeding heart ! 

Wesley. 



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67. L. M. 

SAY, sinner, hath a voice within 
Oft whispered to thy secret soul, 
Urged thee to leave the ways of sin, 
And yield thy heart to God's control ? 

2 Sinner, it was a heavenly voice, 

It was the Spirit's gracious call ; 
It bade thee make the better choice, 
And haste to seek in Christ thine all. 

3 Spurn not the call to life and light ; 

Regard in time the warning kind ; 
That call thou mayst not always slight, 
And yet the gate of mercy mid. 

4 God's Spirit will not always strive 

With hardened, self-destroying men ; 
Ye, who persist His love to grieve. 
May never hear His voice again. 

5 Sinner, perhaps this very day 

Thv last accepted time may be ; 
Oh ! shouldst thou grieve Him now away, 
Then hope may never beam on thee. 

Hyde. 



68. HI. 5. 

SINNEKS, will you scorn the message, 
Sent in mercy from above? 
Every sentence, oh! how tender? 
Every line is full of love; 

Listen to it: 
Every line is full of love. 



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2 Hear the heralds of the Gospel 

News from Zion's King proclaim, 
To each rebel sinner, pardon, 
Free forgiveness in His name ! 

Glorious tidings ! 
Free forgiveness in His name. 

3 Tempted souls, they bring you succor, 

Fearful hearts, they quell your fears, 
And with news of consolation 
Chase away the falling tears : 

Tender heralds, 
Chase away the falling tears. 

4 "Who hath our report believed ? 

Who received the joyful word ? 
Who embraced the news of pardon, 
Offered to you by the Lord ? 

Can you slight it, 
Offered to you by the Lord ? 

5 O ye angels ! hovering round us, 

Waiting spirits, speed your way, 
Hasten to the court of heaven, 
Tidings bear without delay : 

Rebel sinners, 
Glad the message will obey. 

Allejt. 



69. C. M. 

COME, humble sinner, in whose breast 
A thousands thoughts revolve ; 
Come, with your guilt and fear oppressed, 
And make this last resolve : 



78 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

2 " I'll go to Jesus, though my sin 
Hath like a mountain rose ; 
I know His courts, I'll enter in, 
Whatever may oppose. 



3 " Prostrate I'll lie before His throne, 

And there my guilt confess ; 

I'll tell Him I'm a wretch undone 

Without His sovereign grace. 

4 " I'll to the gracious King approach, 

Whose sceptre pardon gives ; 
Perhaps He may command my touch, 
And then the suppliant lives. 

5 " Perhaps He will admit my plea, 

Perhaps will hear my prayer ; 
But if I perish, I will pray, 
And perish only there. 



6 "I can hut perish if I go, 
I am resolved to try ; 
For if I stay away, I know 
I must forever die." 



E. JOJTB& 



70. HI- 1. 



SINNER, art thou still secure? 
Wilt thou still refuse to pray P 
Can thy heart or hands endure 
In the Lord's avenging day ? 



THE GOSPEL CALL. 79 

2 See, His mighty arm is bared ! 

Awful terrors clothe His brow ; 

For His judgment stand prepared, 

Thou must either break or bow. 

3 At His presence nature shakes, 

Earth, affrighted, hastes to flee ; 
Solid mountains melt like wax — 
What will then become of thee ? 

4 Who His advent may abide ? 

You, that glory in your shame, 
Will you find a place to hide 

When the world is wrapt in flame ? 

5 Lord prepare us by thy grace ! 

Soon we must resign our breath, 
And our souls be called to pass 
Through the iron gate of death. 

6 Let us now our day improve, 

Listen to the Gospel voice, 
Seek the things that are above, 
Scorn the world's pretended joys. 

Newton. 



71. III.l. 

COME, ye weary souls oppressed, 
Find in Christ the promised rest ; 
On Him all your burdens roll. 
He can wound, and He make whole. 

2 Ye who dread the wrath of God, 
Come and wash in Jesus' blood ; 
To the Son of David cry, 
In His word He's passing by. 



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3 Naked, guilty, poor, and blind, 
All your wants in Jesus find ; 
This the day of mercy is, 
Now accept the proffered bliss. 



De Courcy. 



72. II. 4. 

YE dying sons of men, 
Immerged in sin and wo, 
The Gospel's voice attend, 

Which Jesus sends to you : 
Ye perishing and guilty, come, 
In Jesus' arms there yet is room. 

2 No longer now delay, 

No vain excuses frame ; 
He bids you come to day, 

Though poor, and blind, and lame ; 
All things are ready, sinners, come ! 
For every trembling soul there's room. 

3 Compelled by bleeding love, 

Ye wandering souls draw near. 
Christ calls you from above — 

His charming accents hear ! 
Let whosoever will, now come , 
In mercy's arms there still is room. 

Boom 



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73. 

LAS ! juid did my Saviour bleed ? 

And did my Sovereign die? 
Would Be devote that Bsored head 

For such a worm as I ? 



THE GOSPEL CALL. 81 

2 Was it for crimes that I have done 

He groaned upon the tree ? 

Amazing pity ! grace unknown ! 

And love beyond degree ! 

3 Well might the sun in darkness hide, 

And shut his glories in, 
When God, the mighty Maker, died, 
For man the creature's sin. 

4 Thus might I hide my blushing face 

While His dear cross appears, 

Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, 

And melt mine eyes in tears. 

5 But floods of grief can ne'er repay 

The debt of love I owe : 
Here, Lord, I give myself away, 
'Tis all that I can do. 

Waits. 



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74r. II. 4, 

LOW ye the trumpet, blow ; 

The gladly solemn sound 
Let all the nations know, 

To earth's remotest bound, 
The year of jubilee is come; 
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home ! 

Exalt the Lamb of God, 
The sin-atoning Lamb ; 
Redemption by His blood 

Through all the world proclaim : 
The year, etc. 
4* 



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3 Ye who have sold for naught 

Your heritage above, 
Come, take it back unbought, 
The gift of Jesus' love : 
The year, etc. 

4 Ye slaves of sin and hell, 

Your liberty receive ; 
And safe in Jesus dwell, 
And blest in Jesus live : 
The year, etc. 

5 The Gospel trumpet hear, 

The news of pard'ning grace ; 
Ye happy souls draw near ; 
Behold your Saviour's face ; 
The year, etc. 

6 Jesus, our great High-Priest, 

Has full atonement made ; 
Ye weary spirits, rest ; 

Ye mourning souls, be glad : 
The year of jubilee has come ; 
Return, ye ransomed shiners, home. 

WnuET 



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75. C. M. 

OW dread are thine eternal years, 

O everlasting Lord ! 
By prostrate spirits day and night 
Incessantly adored ! 



2 Yet I may love Thee, too, O Lord ! 
Almighty as Thou art ; 
For Thou hast stooped to ask of me 
The love of my poor heart. 



THE GOSPEL CALL. 83 

3 No earthly father loves like Thee, 

No mother half so mild 
Bears and forbears, as Thou hast done 
With me Thy sinful child. 

4 Only to sit and think of God — 

Oh ! what a joy it is ! 
To think the thought, to breathe the name, 
Earth has no higher bliss ! 






76. 

HARK, how the Gospel trumpet sounds ! 
Through all the world the echo bounds, 
And Jesus, by redeeming blood, 
Is bringing sinners home to God ; 
And guides them safely by His word 
To endless day. 



2 Hail, all-victorious, conq'ring Lord ! 
By all the heavenly host adored ; 
Who undertook for fallen man, 

And brought salvation through Thy name ; 
That we with Thee might live and reign 
In endless day. 

3 Fight on, ye conq'ring saints, fight on ! 
And when the conquest you have won, 
Then palms of victory you shall bear, 
And in His kingdom have a share, 
And crowns of glory you shall wear 

In endless day. 



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4 There we shall in sweet chorus join, 
And saints and angels all combine 
To sing of His redeeming love, 
When rolling years shall cease to move ; 
And that shall be the theme above, 
In endless day. 

Medlet 



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77. II- 6. 

TOP, O sinner ! stop, and think, 

Before you further go ! 
Will you sport upon the brink 

Of everlasting wo ? 
Once again we charge you, stop ! 

For unless you warning take, 
Ere you are aware you drop 

Into the burning lake. 

2 Say, have you an arm like God, 

That you His will oppose ? 
Fear you not that iron rod 

With which He breaks His foes ? 
Can you stand in that dread day, 

When He judgment shall proclaim, 
And the earth shall melt away, 

Like wax before the flame ? 

8 Pale-faced death will quickly come, 

To drag you to his bar ; 
Then to hear your awful doom 

Will fill you with despair ; 
All your sins will round you crowd, 

Sins of a blood-crimson dye ; 
Each lor vengeance crying loud, 

And what can you reply 4 ? 



THE GOSPEL CALL. 8! 

4 Though your heart be made of steel, 

Your forehead lined with brass, 
God at length will make you feel, 

He will not let you pass : 
Sinners then in vain will call, 

(Though they now despise His grace,) 
" Rocks and mounntains on us fall 

And hide us from His face." 

5 But as yet there is a hope 

You may His mercy know, 
Though His arm is lifted up, 

He still forbears the blow : 
'Twas for sinners Jesus died, 

Sinners He invites to come ; 
None who come shall be denied, 

He says, " There still is room. 55 

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78. L. IvL 

The Young invited. 

TiO-DAY, if ye will hear His voice, 
Now is the time to make your choice ; 
Say, will you to Mount Zion go ? 
Say, will you have this Christ, or no ? 

2 Ye wand'ring souls, who find no rest, 
Say, will you be forever blessed? 
Will you be saved from sin and hell ? 
Will you with Christ in glory dwell ? 

3 Come now, dear youth, for ruin bound, 
Obey the Gospel's joyful sound ; 
Come, go with us, and you shall prove 
The joy of Christ's redeeming love. 



86 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

4 Once more we ask you in His name — 
For yet His love remains the same — 
Say, will you to Mount Zion go ? 
Say, will you have this Christ, or no ? 

5 Leave all your sports and glittering toys, 
Come, share with us eternal joys ; 

Or must we leave you bound to hell ? 
Then, dear young friends, a long farewell 



79. 

YlfE 're travelling home to heaven above, 
) T Will you go ? 

To sing the Saviour's dying love, 

Will you go ? 
Millions have reached that blest abode, 
Anointed kings and priests to God, 
And millions more are on the road, 
Will you go ? 

2 We 're going to see the bleeding Lamb, 

Will you go ? 
In rapturous strains to praise His name, 

Will you go ? 
The crown of life we there shall wear, 
The conqueror's palms our hands shall bear. 
And all the joys of heaven we'll share, 

Will yon ' • '.' 

3 We arc going to join the heavenly choir, 

Will you go ':' 

To raise <>nr voice and tunc the lyre, 

Will you go V 



THE GOSPEL CALL. 8? 

There saints and angels gladly sing, 
Hosanna to their God and King, 
And make the heavenly arches ring, 
Will you 20 ? 



4 Ye weary, heavy-laden, come, 

Wffl you go? 
In the blest house there still is room, 

Will you go? 
The Lord is waiting to receive, 
If thou wilt on Him now believe, 
Thy troubled conscience He'll relieve, 

Come, believe. 

5 The way to heaven is straight and plain, 

Will you go ? 
Repent, believe, be born again, 

Will you go? 
'The Saviour cries aloud to thee, 
" Take up thy cross and follow me, 
And thou shalt my salvation see ; 

Come to me." 

6 Oh ! could I hear some sinner say, 

I will go, 
I '11 go while yet 'tis called to-day, 

Let me go ! 
My old companions, fare you well, 
I will not go with you to hell, 
With Jesus Christ I mean to dwell, 

Let me go ! fare vou well. 



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V. THE WAY OF SALVATION. 



80. L.M. 

FROM my own works at last I cease, 
For God alone can give me peace ; 
Fruitless my toil, and vain my care, 
Of my own strength I must despair. 

2 Lord, I despair myself to heal ; 
I see my sins, but can not feel 
True sorrow, till Thy Spirit show 
My unbelief, the source of woe. 

3 'Tis Thine alone to change this heart ; 
Thou only canst good gifts impart; 

I therefore will my heart resign 

To Thee : oh ! cleanse, and seal it Thine, 

4 With humble faith on Thee I call. 
My light, my life, my Lord, my all ; 
I wait the moving or the pool; 

I wait the word that makes me whole. 



Speak, gracious Lord, my sickness cure, 
Blake my infected nature pure; 
Peace, righteousness, and joy impart, 
And give Thyself unto my heart. 

Moravian 



THE YTAY OF SALVATION. 89 



81. L. M. 

\TO more, my God, I boast no more, 
1\ Of all the duties I have done ; 
I quit the hopes, I held before, 
To trust the merits of Thy Son. 

2 Xow trusting to His sacred name, 

What was my gain I count my loss ; 
My former pride I call my shame, 
And nail my glory to His cross. 

3 Yes ; and till death I will esteem 

All things but loss for Jesus' sake ; 
Oh ! may my soul be found in Him, 
And of His righteousness partake ! 

4 The best obedience of my hands 

Dares not approach before Thy throne ; 
But faith can answer Thy demands, 
By pleading what my Lord has done. 

Watts. 



82. C. M. 

THE Gospel comes with welcome news 
Of pardon, full and free ; 
Their various schemes while others choose, 
Saviour, we come to Thee, 

2 Of merit never can we speak, 
For merit have we none ; 
But justified for Jesus' sake, 
We're saved by grace alone. 



90 HYMXS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

3 5 T\vas grace our wayward hearts first won, 
'Tis grace that holds us fast ; 
Grace will complete the work begun, 
And save us at the last. 



Then shall our souls with rapture trace 

The love that set us free, 
And celebrate redeeming grace 

Through all eternity 

Kelly. 



83. III. 2. 

I) OCK of ages, cleft for me, 
i Let me hide myself in Thee : 
Let the water and the blood, 
From Thy riven side which flowed, 
Be of sin the double cure, 
Cleanse me from its guilt and power. 

2 Not the labors of my hands 
Can fulfill Thy laws' demands ; 
Could my zeal no respite know, 
Could my tears forever How, 
All for sin could not atone, 
Thou must save, and Thou alone. 

3 Nothing in my hand T bring, 
Simply to Thy cross I cling ; 
Naked, come to Thee for dress ; 
Belpless, come to Thee ior <_;race; 
Foul, L to the fountain fly, 
Wash me, Jesus, or I die. 



THE WAY OF SALVATION. 91 

4 While I draw this fleeting breath, 
When my eyes shall close in death ; 
When I soar to worlds unknown, 
See Thee on Thy judgment throne, 
Rock of ages, cleft for me, 
Let me hide myself in Thee. 

TOPLADY. 



84r. III. 5. 

COME, ye sinners, poor and needy, 
Weak and wounded, sick and sore, 
Jesus ready stands to save you, 
Full of pity, love, and power ; 

He is able, 
He is willing, doubt no more. 

2 Now, ye needy, come and welcome, 

God's free bounty glorify ; 
True belief and true repentance, 
Ev'iy grace that brings you nigh : 

Without money, 
Come to Jesus Christ and buy. 

3 Let not conscience make you linger ; 

Nor of fitness fondly dream : 
All the fitness He requireth, 
Is to feel your need of Him ; 

This He gives you : 
5 Tis the Spirit's rising beam. 

4 Come, ye weary, heavy-laden, 

Lost and ruined by the fall, 

If you tarry till you're better, 

You will never come at all ; 

Not the righteous, 
Sinners Jesus came to call. 



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5 Agonizing in the garden, 

Lo ! your Maker prostrate lies ! 
On the bloody tree behold Him ! 
Hear Him cry, before He dies, 

"It is finished!" 
Sinners, will not this suffice ? 

6 Lo ! th' incarnate God ascending, 

Pleads the merits of His blood ; 
Venture on Him, venture freely ; 
Let no other trust intrude : 

None but Jesus 
Can do helpless sinners good. 

7 Saints and angels, joined in concert. 

Sing the praises of the Lamb, 

While the blissful courts of heaven 

Sweetly echo with His name ; 

Hallelujah ! 
Sinners here may do the same. 



Haul 



85. II. 1. 

AWAKED by Sinai's awful sound, 
My soul in guilt and thrall I found, 
And knew not where to go ; 
Eternal truth did loud proclaim 
The sinner must be born again, 
Or sink in endless wo. 

2 Amazed I stood, but could not tell 
Which way to slum the gates of hell, 

For death and hell drew near. 
I strove, indeed, but strove in vain; 
The sinner must be bOJU again, 

Still sounded in mine ear. 



THE WAT OF SALVATION. 93 

3 When to the law I trembling fled, 
It poured its curses on my head, 

A vast, oppressive load. 
Alas ! I read and saw it plain, 
The sinner must be born a Grain, 

Or feel the wrath of God ! 

4 The saints I heard with rapture tell 
How Jesus conquered death and hell, 

And broke the fowler's snare ; 
Yet when I found this truth remain, 
The sinner must be born again, 

I sunk in deep despair. 

5 But while I thus in anguish lay, 
Jesus of Nazareth passed that way, 

And felt His pity move — 
The sinner, by His justice slain, 
Xow by His grace is born again, 

And sings redeeming love. 

Ockuji. 



86. 

ALL ye that pass by, 
To Jesus draw nigh — 
To you is it nothing that Jesus should die ? 
Your ransom and peace, 
Your surety He is ; 
Come see if there ever was sorrow like His. 

2 For what you have done 

His blood must atone ; , 
The Father hath punished for you His dear 
Son: 



94 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

The Lord, in the clay 
Of His anger, did lay 
Your sins on the Lamb, and He bore them 
away. 



For you, and for me, 

He prayed on the tree ; 
The prayer is accepted, the shiner is free : 

That sinner am I, 

Who on Jesus rely, 
And come for the pardon God can not deny. 



My pardon I claim, 

For sinner I am ; 
A sinner believing in Jesus's name : 

He purchased the grace 

Which now I embrace ; 
O Father ! thou know'st He has died in my 
place. 



Love moved Him to die, 

On this I rely ; 
My Saviour hath loved me, I can not tell why; 

But this thing I find, 

We two are so joined ; 
He'll not be in glory, and leave me behind. 



With joy we approve 

The plan of His love, 
A wonder to all both below and above : 

When time is no more, 

We still shall adore 
That ocean of love without bottom or shore. 



THE WAY OF SALVATION. 95 

37. L. M. 

The Lord our EighteovAness. 

JESUS, Thy blood and righteousness 
My beauty are, my glorious dress ; 
'Midst flaming worlds in these arrayed, 
With joy shall I lift up my head. 

2 When from the dust of death I rise 
To take my mansion in the skies, 
E'en then shall this be all my plea, 

u Jesus hath lived and died for me." 



3 Bold shall I stand in that great day. 
For who aught to my charge shall lay ? 
While through Thy blood absolved I am 
From sins tremendous curse and shame. 



4 Thus Abraham, the friend of God, 
Thus all the armies bought with blood, 
Saviour of sinners, Thee proclaim, 
Sinners, of whom the chief I am. 



5 This spotless robe the same appears 
When ruined nature sinks in years ; 
Xo age can change its glorious hue, 
The robe of Christ is ever new. 



6 Oh ! let the dead now hear Thy voice — 
Bid, Lord, Thy banished ones rejoice : 
Their beauty this, their glorious dress, 
Jesus, the Lord our Righteousness. 

Zinzexdorf 



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88. C M. 

THERE is a fountain filled with blood, 
Drawn from Immanuel's veins, 
And sinners plunged beneath that flood 
Lose all their guilty stains. 

2 The dying theif rejoiced to see 

That fountain hi his day ; 
And there may I, though vile as he, 
Wash all my sins away. 

3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood 

Shall never lose its power, 
Till all the ransomed Church of God 
Be saved, to sin no more. 

4 E'er since by faith I saw the stream 

Thy flowing wounds supply, 
Redeeming love has been my theme, 
And shall be till I die. 

5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song, 

I'll sing thy power to save, 
When this poor lisping, stamm'ring tongue 
Lies silent in the grave. 

G Lord, I believe Thou hast prepared, 
Unworthy though I be, 
For me a blood-bought rich reward, 
A golden harp for me, 

V 'Tis strung, and tuned for endless years, 
And formed by power divine, 
To sound in God the Father's cars 

No other name but Thine. 

Cowper. 



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89. III. 1. 

SOVEREIGN grace hath power alone 
To subdue a heart of stone ; 
And the moment grace is felt, 
Then the hardest heart will melt. 



2 When the Lord was crucified, 
Two transgressors with Him died ; 
One, with vile blaspheming tongue, 
Scoffed at Jesus as he hung. 



3 Thus he spent his wicked breath, 
In the very jaws of death ; 
Perished, as too many do, 
With a Saviour in his view. 



4 But the other, touched with grace, 
Saw the danger of his case ; 
Faith received to own his Lord, 
Whom the scribes and priests abhorred. 



5 " Lord," he cries, u remember me, 
When in glory thou shalt be :" 
" Soon with me," the Lord replies, 
" Thou shalt rest in Paradise." 



6 This was wondrous grace indeed ; 
Grace bestowed in time of need ! 
Sinners, trust in Jesus' name ; 
You will find Him still the same. 

Newton. 



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90. 

JUST as I am, without one plea 
Save that Thy blood was shed for me, 
And that Thou bidd'st me come to Thee, 
O Lamb of God ! I come. 



2 Just as I am, and waiting not 
To rid my soul of one dark blot, 
To Thee whose blood can cleanse each spot, 
O Lamb of God ! I come. 



3 Just as I am, though tossed about 
With many a conflict, many a doubt, 
Fighting within, and fears without, 
O Lamb of God ! I come. 



4 Just as I am — poor, wretched, blind ; 
Light, riches, healing for the mind — 
Yes, all I need in Thee I find : 

O Lamb of God ! I come. 

5 Just as I am, Thou wilt receive, 

Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, forgive : 
Because Thy promise I believe, 
O Lamb of God ! I come. 



Just :is I :uii — Thy love unknot u, 
Has broken every barrier down ; 
Now to Thine anus — Thine arm^ alone, 
O Lamb of God ! I pome. 

Miss C. Elliott. 



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THE WAY OF SALVATION. 99 



91. 

LAY my sins on Jesus, 
The spotless Lamb of God ; 
He bears them all, and frees us 
From the accursed load. 



2 I bring my guilt to Jesus, 

To wash my crimson stains 
White in His blood most precious, 
Till not a spot remains. 

3 I lay my wants on Jesus ; 

All fullness dwells in Him ; 
He healeth my diseases, 
He doth my soul redeem. 

4 I lay my griefs on Jesus, 

My burdens and my cares ; 
He from them all releases, 
He all my sorrows shares. 

5 I love the name of Jesus, 

Immanuel, Christ the Lord : 
Like fragrance on the breezes, 
His name is spread abroad. 

6 I long to be like Jesus, 

Meek, loving, lowly, mild ; 
I long to be like Jesus, 
The Father's holy Child. 

7 I long to be with Jesus, 

Amid the heavenly throng, 

To sing with saints His praises, 

And learn the angel song. 

H. BONAR. 



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92. C. M. 

HEARD the voice of Jesus say, 

Come unto me and rest : 
Lay down, thou weary one, lay down, 

Thy head upon my breast. 
I came to Jesus as I was, 

Weary and worn and sad, 
I found in Him a resting place, 

And He has made me glad. 



I heard the voice of Jesus say, 

Behold I freely give 
The living water ; thirsty one, 

Stoop down and drink, and live. 
I came to Jesus and I drank 

Of that life-giving stream. 
My thirst was quenched, my soul revived, 

And now I live in Him. 



I heard the voice of Jesus say, 

I am this dark world's light : 
Look unto me, thy morn shall rise, 

And ail thy day be bright. 
I looked to Jesus, and I found 

In him my Star, my Sun ; 
And in that light of iife I'll walk 

Till travelling days are done, 



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93. III. 3. 

" If ERCY, O thou Son of David !» 
Ill Thus the blind Bartimeus prayed : 
" Others by Thy word are saved, 
Xow to me afford Thine aid." 



2 Many for his crying chid him, 

But he called the louder still ; 
Till the gracious Saviour bid him 
Come, and ask me what you will. 

3 Money was not what he wanted, 

Though by begging used to live ; 
But he asked, and Jesus granted, 
Alms which none but He could give. 



4 " Lord, remove this grievous blindness ; 

Let my eyes behold the day !" 
Straight he saw, and won by kindness, 
Followed Jesus in the way. 

5 Oh ! methinks I hear him praising, 

Publishing to all around : 
u Friends, is not my case amazing ? 
What a Saviour I have found ! 



" Oh ! that all the blind but knew Him, 
And would be advised by me ! 

Surely they would hasten to Him ; 
He would cause them all to see." 

Newton 



102 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 



94r. III. 1. 

GLORY unto Jesus be ! 
From the curse He set us free : 
All our guilt on Him was laid, 
He the ransom fully paid. 

2 All His glorious work is done ; 
God's well pleased in His Son ; 
For He raised Him from the dead ; 
Christ now reigns, the Church's head. 

3 His redeemed His praise show forth, 
Ever glorying in His worth ; 
Angels sing around the throne — 

" Thou art worthy, Thou alone !" 

4 Ye who love him, cease to mourn, 
He will certainly return ; 

All His saints with Him shall reign ; 
Come, Lord Jesus, come ! Amen. 



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95. L. M. 

ESUS, the sinner's Friend, to Thee, 

Lost and undone, for aid I flee ; 
Weary of earth, myself and sin — 
Open Thine anus and take me in. 



2 Pity and save my sin-sick soul, 

'Tis Thou alone, canst make me whole ; 

Dark, till in ode Thine image shine, 

And lost I am till Thou art mine. 



THE VTAY OF SALVATION. 103 

At length I own it can not be, 
That I should fit myself for Thee ; 
Here now to Thee I all resign, 
Thine is the work and only Thine. 



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What shall I say Thy grace to move i 
Lord, I am sin, but Thou art love ; 
I give up every plea beside — 
Lord, I am lost, but Thou hast died 

Wesley. 



96. C. M. 

PROSTRATE, dear Jesus ! at Thy feet, 
A guilty rebel lies ; 
And upward to the mercy-seat 
Presumes to lift his eyes. 

2 If tears of sorrow would suffice 

To pay the debt I owe, 
Tears should from both my weeping eyes 
In ceaseless torrents flow. 

3 But no such sacrifice I plead, 

To expiate my guilt ; 
No tears but those which Thou hast shed- 
No blood, but Thou hast spilt. 

4 Think of Thy sorrows, dearest Lord, 

And all my sins forgive : 
Justice will well approve the word 
That bids the sinner live. 

Stknkett, 



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97. II. 2. 

ND can it be that I should gain 

An interest in the Saviour's blood ; 
Died He for me who caused His pain — 
For me, who Him to death pursued ? 
Amazing love, how can it be, 
That Thou, my Lord, should die for me f 

2 'Tis mystery all ! The Immortal dies ; 

Who can explore this strange design ? 
In vain the first-born seraph tries 

To sound the depths of love divine. 
'Tis mercy all ! Let earth adore, 
Let angel-minds inquire no more. 

3 He left his Father's throne above, 

So free, so infinite His grace, 
Emptied Himself of all but love, 

And bled for Adam's helpless race. 
'Tis mercy all immense and free, 
For O my God ! it found out me. 

4 Long my imprisoned spirit lay, 

Fast bound in sin and nature's night ; 
Thine eye diffused a quickening ray — 

I woke, the dungeon beamed with light, 
My chains fell oft 1 , my heart was free, 
I rose, went forth, and followed Thee. 

5 No condemnation now I dread ; 

Jesus, and all in Him, is mine. 
Alive in Him, my living Head, 

And clothed in righteousness divine, 
Bold I approach the eternal throne, 
And claim the crown through Christ my own. 



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THE WAY OF SALVATION. 105 

98. C. Jff. 

Y God, I love Thee, not because 

I hope for heaven thereby ; 
Xor yet because if I love not, 
I must forever die. 



2 Thou, O my Jesus ! Thou didst me 

Upon the cross embrace ; 
For me didst bear the nails and spear, 
And manifold disgrace. 

3 And griefs and torments numberless, 

And sweat of agony, 
Yes, death itself; and all for one 
That was thine enemy. 

4 Then, whv, O blessed Jesus Christ ! 

Should I not love Thee well? 
Xot for the hope of winning heaven, 
Nor of escaping hell. 

5 Xot with the hope of gaining aught, 

Xot seeking a reward ; 
But as Thyself hast loved me, 
O ever-loving Lord ! 

6 E'en so I love Thee and will love, 

And in Thy praise will sing ; 
Solely because Thou art my God, 
And my eternal King. 

F. Xayier. 



99. C M. 



MERCY alone can meet my case : 
For mercy, Lord, I cry ; 
Jesus Redeemer, show Thy face 
In mercy, or I die. 
5* 



106 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

2 Save me, for none beside can save ; 

At Thy command I tread, 
With failing steps, life's storm)' wave ; 
The wave goes o'er my head. 

3 I perish, and my doom were just. 

But wilt Thou leave me ? No ! 
I hold Thee fast, my hope, my trust ; 
I will not let Thee go. 

4 To Thee, Thee only will I cleave ; 

Thy word is all my plea ; 
That word is truth, and I believe — 
Have mercy, Lord on me. 

Montgomery. 



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100. S. M. 

ND can I yet delay 

My little all to give ? 
To tear my soul from earth away, 
For Jesus to receive ? 



2 Nay, but I yield, I yield ! 

I can hold out no more: 
I sink, by dying love compelled, 
And own Thee conqueror ! 

3 Though late, I all forsake, 

My friends, my all resign : 
Gracious Redeemer, take, oh ! take, 
And seal me ever Thine ! 

4 Come, and possess me whole, 

Nor hence again remove : 
Settle and fix my wav'ring soul, 
With all Thy weight 01 love. 



THE WAY OF SALVATION. 107 

5 My one desire be this, 
Thy only love to know, 
To seek and taste no other bliss, 
Xo other good to know. 

Wesley. 



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101. C M. 

The Great Change, 

Y every means, in every way, 
My soul shall seek the Lord ; 

At home, abroad, by night, by day, 
Till He His grace afford. 



2 Does He retire ? — I'll still pursue, 

And mend my heavy pace, 
Till with rejoicing eyes I view 
His lovely, smiling face. 

3 I with His people will attend, 

Expecting Him to see ; 
Jesus, my Saviour and my friend, 
Oh ! come and visit me ! 

4 Were I of nil the world possessed, 

I would the whole resign, 
If I might only once be blest, 
And sav that Thou art mine. 



102. IV. 4. 

OH ! fly, mourning sinner, saith Jesus to me, 
Thy guilt I will pardon — thy soul I will free; 
From the chains that have bound thee my 

grace shall release, 
And thy stains I will wash and thy sorrows 
shall cease. 



108 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

2 Too long, guilty wanderer, too long hast thou 

been 
In the broad road of ruin, in bondage to sin ; 
Thee the world has allured, and enslaved, and 

deceived, 
While my counsel thou spurned and my Spirit 

hast grieved. 

3 Though countless thy sins, and though crimson 

thy guilt, 
Yet for crime such as thine was my blood 

freely spilt ; 
Come, sinner, and prove me ; come, mourner, 

and see 
The wounds that I bore, when I suffered for 

thee. 



4 Thou doubt'st not my power, denv not my 
will; 
Come needy, come helpless, thy soul I will 

fill; 
v mercy is boundless ; no sinner shall say 
That he sued at my feet, but was driven away. 

Christian Lykk. 



103. II. 4. 

A RISE, my soul, arise, 
l\ Shake off thy guilty fears, 
The bleeding sacrifice 
In in v behalf appears : 

Before the throne my surety stands, 
My name is written on His hands. 



THE WAY OF SALTATION. 109 

2 He ever lives above, 

For me to intercede ; 
His all-redeeming love, 

His precious blood, to plead ; 
His blood atoned for all our race, 
And sprinkles now the throne of grace. 

3 Five bleeding wounds he bears, 

Received on Calvary ; 
They pour effectual prayers, 

They strongly plead for me. 
Forgive him, oh ! forgive, they cry, 
Not let that ransomed sinner die ! 

4 The Father hears Him pray, 

His dear anointed one ; 
He can not turn away 

The presence of His Son. 
His Spirit answers to the blood, 
And tells me, I am born of God. 

5 My God is reconciled, 

His pard'ning voice I hear, 
He owns me for His child, 

I can no longer fear ; 
With confidence I now draw nigh, 
And Father, Abba Father, cry. 

Wesley, 



104r. ii. a 

NOW I have found the ground wherein 
Sure my soul's anchor may remain ; 
The wounds of Jesus, for my sin 

Before the world's foundations slain ; 
Whose mercy shall unshaken stay, 
When heaven and earth are fled awav. 



llO HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY 

2 Father, Thine everlasting grace 

Our scanty thought surpasses far ; 
Thy heart still melts with tenderness, 

Thy arms of love still opsn are 
Returning sinners to receive, 
That mercy they may taste, and live. 

3 O love, thou bottomless abyss ! 

My sins are swallowed up in Thee ; 
Covered is my unrighteousness ; 

Nor spot of guilt remains on me, 
While Jesus' blood, through earth and skies, 
Mercy, free, boundless mercy, cries. 

4 By faith, I plunge me in this sea, 

Here is my hope, my joy, my rest ; 
Hither, when hell assails, I flee ; 

I look into my Saviour's breast ; 
Away, sad doubt and anxious fear, 
Mercy is all that's written there. 

5 Though waves and storms go o'er my head, 

Though strength, and health, and friends bo 
gone, t 

Though joys be withered all and dead, 

Though every comfort be withdrawn, 
On this my steadfast soul relies : 
Father, Thy mercy never dies. 



8 Fixed on this ground will I remain, 

Though my heart fail, and flesh decay; 
This anchor shall my soul sustain, 

When earth's foundations melt away ; 
Mercy's full power I then shall prove, 
Loved with an everlasting love. 

Wkslet. 



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THE VTXY OF SALVATION. Ill 

105. S. M. 

Submission . 

H ! whither should I go, 

Burdened, and sick, and faint ; 
To whom should I my troubles show, 
And pour out my complaint ? 

2 My Saviour bids me come ; 

_ Ah ! why do I delay ? 
He calls the weary sinner home, 
And yet from Him I stay. 

3 What is it keeps me back, 

From which I can not part ? 
Which will not let the Saviour take 
Possession of my heart ? 

4 Jesus ! the hindrance show, 

Which I have feared to see ; 
And let me now consent to know 
What keeps me back from Thee. 

5 Searcher of hearts, in mine 

Thy saving power display ; 
Into its darkest corner shine 
And take the veil away. 

Weslex 






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106. CM 

Yielding. 

OW sad our state by nature is ! 

Our sin, how deep its stains ! 
And Satan binds our captive souls 
Fast in his slavish chains. 






112 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

2 But there's a voice of sovereign grace 

Sounds from the sacred word : 
Ho ! ye despairing sinners, come, 
And trust a faithful Lord. 

3 My soul obeys the gracious call, 

And runs to this relief: 
I would believe Thy promise, Lord ! 
Oh ! help my unbelief. 

4 To the blessed fountain of Thy blood, 

Incarnate God, I fly ; 
Here let me wash my guilty soul 
From crimes of deepest dye. 

5 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm, 

Into Thy arms I fall ; 
Be Thou my strength and righteousness, 
My Saviour, and my all. 



Watts. 



107. S. M. 

YES, the Redeemer's gone 
To appear before our God ; 
To sprinkle o'er the flaming throne 
With His atoning blood. 

2 No fiery vengeance now, 

No burning wrath comes down ; 
If justice calls for sinners' blood, 
The Saviour shows His own. 

3 Before His Father's eye 

Our humble suit He moves ; 
The Father lays I Lis thunder by, 
And looks, and smiles, and loves. 



THE WAT OF SALTATION. 113 

4 Now may our joyful tongues 

Our Maker's honors sing ; 
Jesus, the priest, receives our songs, 
And bears them to the King. 

5 We bow before His face, 

And sound His glories high: 
Hosanna to the God of grace, 
Who lays His thunders by. 

6 On earth Thy mercy reigns, 

And triumphs all above : 
But, Lord ! how weak our mortal strains 
To speak immortal love ! 

Watts. 



108. II. L 

LORD, thou hast won, at length I yield; 
My heart, by mighty grace compelled, 

Surrenders all to Thee ; 
Against Thy terrors long I strove, 
But who can stand against Thy love ? 
Love conquers even me. 

2 All that a wretch could do, I tried ; 
Thy patience scorned, Thy power defied, 

And trampled on Thy laws ; 
Scarcely Thy martyrs at the *take, 
Could stand more steadfast for Thy sake, 

Than I in Satan's cause. 

3 But since Thou hast Thy love revealed, 
And shown my soul a pardon sealed, 

I can resist no more ; 
Could'st Thou for such a sinner bleed ? 
Canst Thou for such a rebel plead ? 

I wonder and adore ! 

Newtox 



114 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

109. S. M. 

MY former hopes are fled, 
My terror now begins ; 
I feel, alas ! that I am dead 
In trespasses and sins. 

2 Ah ! wlnther shall I fly ? 

I hear the thunder roar ; 
The law proclaims destruction nigh, 
And vengeance at the door. 

3 When I review my ways, 

I dread impending doom : 
But sure a friendly whisper says, 
" Flee from the wrath to come." 

4 I see, or think I see, 

A glimmering from afar ; 
A beam of day that shines for me 
To save me from despair. 

5 Forerunner of the Sun, 

It marks the pilgrim's way ; 
I'll gaze upon it while I run, 
And watch the rising day. 

Cowpbr. 



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110. III. 5. 

The Surrender. 

ELCOME, welcome, dear Redeemer, 
Welcome to this heart of mine : 
Lord, I make; a full surrender ; 

Every power and thought be Thine, 

Thine entirely, 
Through eternal ages Thine. 



THE WAY OF SALVATION. H5 

Known to all shall be Thy mansion, 
Earth and hell will disappear ; 

Or in vain attempt possession, 
When they find the Lord is near : 

Shout, O Zion ! 
Shout, ye saints, the Lord is here ! 



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111. IV. 3. 

Saved by Grace. 

X songs of sublime adoration and praise, 

Ye pilgrims for Zion who press, 
Break forth and extol the great Ancient of 
days, 

His rich and distinguishing grace. 



2 His love, from eternity fixed upon you, 

Broke forth and discovered its flame, 
When each with the cords of His kindness 
He drew, 
And brought vou to love His great name. 

3 Oh ! had not He pitied the state you were in, 

Your bosoms His love had ne'er felt ; 
You all would have lived, would have died 
too in sin, 
And sunk with the load of your guilt. 

4 What was there in you that could merit es- 

teem, 
Or give the Creator delight ? 
5 Twas "Even so, Father," you ever must 

sing, 
" Because it seemed good in Thy sight." 



116 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

5 'Twas all of Thy grace we were brought to 

obey ; 
While others were suffered to go 
The road which by nature we chose as our 
way, 
That leads to the regions of wo. 

6 Then give all the glory to His holy name, 

To Him all the glory belongs ; 
Be yours the high joy still to sound forth His 
fame, 
And crown Him in each of your songs. 



PRAYER 11? 



VI. PRAYER 



112. S.M. 

BEHOLD the throne of grace ! 
The promise calls me near ; 
There Jesus shows a smiling face, 
And waits to answer prayer. 

2 That rich atoning blood, 

Which sprinkled round I see, 
"provides for those who come to God 
An all-prevailing plea. 

3 My soul, ask what thou wilt, 

Thou canst not be too bold ; 
Since His own blood for thee He spilt, 
What else can He withhold ? 

Newton. 



113. S. M. 

THE praying spirit breathe, 
The watching power impart ; 
From all entanglements beneath 
Call off my anxious heart ; 



118 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY 

2 My feeble mind sustain, 

By worldly thoughts oppressed ; 
Appear, and bid rne turn again 
To my eternal rest. 

3 Swift to my rescue come, 

Thine own this moment seize ; 
Gather my wand'ring spirit home, 
And keep in perfect peace. 

4 Suffered no more to rove 

O'er all the earth abroad, 
Arrest the prisoner of Thy love, 
And shut me up in God. 



Weslet, 



114:. HI. L 

COME, my soul, thy suit prepare, 
Jesus loves to answer prayer ; 
He Himself has bid thee pray, 
Rise and ask without delay. 

2 Thou art coming to a King, 
Large petitions with thee bring ; 
For His grace and power are such, 
None can ever ask too much. 

3 With my burden I begin : 
Lord, remove this load of sin; 
Let Thy blood, for sinners spilt, 
Set my conscience free from guilt, 

4 Lord, I come to Thee for rest, 
Take possession of my breast; 

There Thy blood-bought right maintain, 
And without a rival reign. 






PRATER. 119 

5 While I am a pilgrim here, 
Let Thy love my spirit cheer ; 

As my guide, my guard, my friend, 
Lead me to my journey's end. 

6 Show me what I have to do, 
Every hour my strength renew ; 
Let me live a life of faith, 

Let me die Thy people's death. 

Newton. 



115. HI. 3. 

JESUS, full of all compassion, 
Hear Thy humble suppliant's cry ; 
Let me know Thy great salvation, 
See, I languish, faint, and die. 

2 Guilty, but with heart relenting, 

Overwhelmed with helpless grief, 
Prostrate at Thy feet repenting, 
Send, oh ! send me quick relief ! 

3 Whither should a wretch be flying, 

But to Him who comfort gives ? 
Whither, from the dread of dying, 
But to Him who ever lives ? 



Saved ! the deed shall spread new glory 
Through the shining realms above : 

Angels sing the pleasing story, 
All enraptured with Thy love. 

Turner. 



120 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

116. L. M. 

WHAT various hindrances we meet 
In coming to a mercy-seat ! 
Yet who that knows the worth of prayer, 
But wishes to be often there ? 

2 Prayer makes the darkened cloud withdraw, 
Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw ; 
Gives exercise to faith and love, 

Brings every blessing from above. 

3 Restraining prayer, we cease to fight — 
Prayer makes the Christian's armor bright ; 
And Satan trembles when he sees 

The weakest saint upon his knees. 

4 Have you no words ? Ah ! think again. 
Words flow apace when you complain, 
And fill your fellow-creature's ear 
With the sad tale of all your care. 

5 Were half the breath thus vainly spent, 
To heaven in supplication sent, 

Your cheerful song would oftener be, 
" Hear what the Lord hath done for me." 

Cowper. 



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117. IH.l. 

N themselves as weak as worms, 
How can poor believers stand, 

When temptations, foes, and storms 
Press them close on every hand ? 



PRAYER. 121 

2 Weak indeed they feel they are, 

But they know the throne of grace; 
And the God who answers prayer, 
Helps them when they seek His face. 

3 Though the Lord awhile delay, 

Succor they at length obtain ; 
He who taught their hearts to pray, 
Will not let them cry in vain. 

4 Wrestling prayer can wonders do, 

Bring relief in deepest straits ; 
Prayer can force a passage through 
Iron bars and brazen gates. 

Newtoy. 



118. C. M. 

LORD, teach us how to pray aright, 
With reverence and with fear ; 
Though dust and ashes in Thy sight, 

We may, we must draw near : 
We perish if we cease from prayer, 

Oh ! grant us power to pray ; 
And, when to meet Thee we prepare, 
Lord, meet us by the way. 

2 Burdened with guilt, convinced of sin, 
In weakness, want, and wo, 
Fightings without, and fear within, 

Lord, whither shall we go ? 
God of all grace, we come to Thee, 

For broken, contrite hearts : 
Give what Thine eye delights to see, 
Truth in the inward parts. 
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122 HYMNS AXD DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

3 Give deep humility — the sense 

Of godly sorrow give — 
A strong desiring confidence 

To see Thy face and live ; 
Faith in the only sacrifice 

That can for sin atone, 
To cast our hopes, to fix our eyes, 

On Christ — on Christ alone ; 

4 Patience to watch, and wait, and weep, 

Though mercy long delay — 
Courage, our fainting souls to keep, 

And trust Thee, though Thou slay : 
Give these, and then Thy will be done ; 

Thus strengthened with all might, 
We by Thy Spirit, through Thy Son, 

Shall pray, and pray aright. 

Montgomery 



119. L. M. 

SHOW pity, Lord ; O Lord ! forgive ; 
Let a repenting rebel live : 
Arc not Thy mercies large and free ? 
May not a sinner trust in Thee ? 

2 My crimes are great, but can't surpass 
The power and glory of Thy grace: 
Great God, Thy nature hath no bound, 
So let Thy pardoning love be found. 

3 Oil ! wash my soul from every sin, 
And make my guilty conscience -clean ; 
Here, on my heart the burden lies, 
And past offenses pain my eyes. 



PRAYER. 123 

4 My lips, with shame, my sins confess, 
Against Thy law, against Thy grace ; 
Lord, should thy judgment grow severe, 
I am condemned, but Thou art clear. 

5 Should sudden vengeance seize my breath, 
I must pronounce Thee just, in death : 
And if my soul were sent to hell, 

Thy righteous law approves it well. 

6 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord, 

"Whose hope, still hov'ring round Thy word, 
Would light on some sweet promise there, 
Some sure support against despair. 

"Watts 



120. L. M. 

PRAYER was appointed to convey 
The blessings God designs to give : 
Long as they live should Christians pray, 
For only while they pray they live. 

2 And shall we in dread silence lie, 

When Christ stands waiting for our prayer. 
My soul, thou hast a Friend on high, 
Arise and try your interest there. 

3 If pains afflict, or wrongs oppress, 

If cares distract, or fears dismay, 
If guilt deject, or sins distress, 
The remedy's before thee — pray. 

4 'Tis prayer supports the soul that's weak ; 

Though thought be broken, language lame, 
Pray, if thou canst or canst not speak, 
But pray with faith in Jesus' name. 

Hart. 



124 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 



131. S. M. 

OTHOU, that would'st not have 
One wretched sinner die, 
Who diedst Thyself my soul to save 
From endless misery ! 
Show me the way to shun 
Thy dreadful wrath severe, 
That when Thou comest on Thy throne, 
I may with joy appear. 

2 Thou art Thyself the way ; 
Thyself in me reveal ; 
So shall I spend my life's short day 
Obedient to Thy will : 
So shall I love my God, 
Because He first loved me, 
And praise Thee in Thy bright abode, 
To all eternity. 

Wesley. 



C. M. 



I" ORD, at Thy feet in dust I lie, 
J And knock at mercy's door ; 
With humble heart and weeping eye, 
Thy favor I implore. 

2 On me, O Lord ! do Thou display 
Thy rich, forgiving love 5 
Oh ! take my heinous guilt away, 
This heavy load remove. 



PRAYER. 125 

3 Without Thy grace I sink oppressed 

Down to the gates of hell ; 
Oh ! give my troubled spirit rest, 
And all my fears dispel. 

4 'Tis mercy, mercy, I implore ; 

Oh ! may Thy bowels move ; 

Thy grace is an exhaustless store, 

And Thou Thyself art love. 

5 Should I at last in heaven appear, 

To join Thy saints above, 
I'll shout that mercy brought me there, 
And sing Thy bleeding love. 

Brownir. 



123. 

PLEAD Thou, oh ! plead my cause ; 
Each self-excusing plea 
My trembling soul withdraws, 

And flies to Thee : 
When justice rears her throne, 
Ah! who, save Thee alone, 
May stand ? O spotless One ! 
Plead Thou my cause. 

2 Ah ! plead not aught of mine 
Before Thine altar thrown ; 
Fragments — when all is Thine — 

All — all thine own : 
Thou see'st what stains they bear ; 
Oh ! since each tear, each prayer, 
Hath need of pardon there — 
Plead Thou my cause. 



126 IIYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

3 With lips that dying breathed 

Blessings for words of scorn ; 
With brow where I had wreathed 

The piercing thorn ; 
With breast to whose pure tide 
He did the weapon guide ; 
Who hath no home beside — 
Plead Thou my cause. 

4 Plead when the tempter's art, 

To each fond hope of mine, 
Denies this faithless heart 

Can e'er be thine. 
If slander whisper, too, 
The sin I never knew, 
Thou who could'st urge the true — 
Plead Thou my cause. 

5 Oh ! plead my cause above ; 

Plead Thine within my breast ; 
Till there, thy faithful Dove 

Shall build her nest. 
Thou know'st this will how frail, 
Thou know'st, though language fail, 
My soul's mysterious tale — 
Plead Thou my cause. 



124,. XL 2. 

OTT ! wond'rous power of faithful prayer. 
What tongue can tell the almighty grace? 
God's hands or bound or open are, 

As Moses or Elijah prays; 
Let Moses in the spirit groan, 
And God cries out, " Let me alone ! 



PRAYER. 127 

" Let me alone, that all my wrath 
May rise, the wicked to consume ! 

"While justice hears thy praying faith, 
It can not seal the sinner's doom. 

My Son is in my servant's prayer, 

And Jesus pleads with me to spare." 

Oh ! blessed word of Gospel grace, 
Which now we for our Israel plead, 

A faithless and backsliding race, 

Whom Thou hast out of Egypt freed : 

Oh ! do not, then, in wrath chastise, 

Nor let Thy whole displeasure rise. 

Father, we ask in Jesus' name — 
In Jesus' power and spirit pray — 

Divert Thy vengeful thunder's aim, 

Oh ! turn Thy threatening wrath away ; 

Our guilt and punishment remove, 

And magnify Thy pardoning love. 

Father, regard Thy pleading Son, 

Accept His all-availing prayer, 
And send a peaceful answer down, 

In honor of Thy Surety there, 
Whose blood proclaims our sins forgiven, 
And speaks Thy rebels up to heaven. 

"Wesley. 



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125. a H. 

LOVE to steal awhile away, 
From every cumbering care, 
And spend the hours of setting day 
In humble, grateful prayer. 



128 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

2 I love in solitude to shed 

The penitential tear ; 
And all His promises to plead, 
When none but God is near. 

3 I love to think on mercies past, 

And future good implore ; 
My cares and sorrows all to cast 
On Him whom I adore. 

4 I love by faith to take a view 

Of brighter scenes in heaven ; 
The prospect doth my strength renew, 
While here by tempests driven. 

5 And when life's toilsome day is o'er, 

May its departing ray 
Be calm as this impressive hour, 
And lead to endless day. 

Browne. 



126. III. 3. 

SAVIOUR, breathe an evening blessing, 
Ere repose our spirits seal ; 
Sin and want we come confessing ; 
Thou canst save and Thou canst heal. 

2 Though destruction walk around us, 

Though the arrows past us fly, 
Angel guards from Thee surround us; 
We are Bafe it' Thou art nigh. 

3 Though the night be dark and dreary. 

Darkness can not hide from Thee; 

Thou art Efe who, never weary. 
Watch est where Thy people be. 



PRAYER. 129 

Should swift death this night o'ertake us, 
And command us to the tomb, 

May the morn in heaven awake us, 
Clad in bright, eternal bloom. 

Edmeston. 



127. C. M 

THOU art my hiding-place, O Lord ! 
In Thee I fix my trust, 
Encouraged by Thy holy word, 
A feeble child of dust. 

2 I have no argument beside, 

I urge no other plea, 
And 'tis enough — the Saviour died, 
The Saviour died for me. 

3 When storms of fierce temptation beat, 

And furious foes assail, 
My refuge is the mercy seat, 
My hope within the veil. 

4 From strife of tongues and bitter words, 

My Spirit flies to Thee ; 
Joy to my heart the thought affords — 
My Saviour died for me. 

5 And when Thy awful voice commands 

This body to decay, 
And life, in its last fingering sands, 
Is ebbing fast away ; 

6 Then, though it be in accents weak, 

My voice shall call on Thee, 
And ask for strength in death to speak — 
" My Saviour died for me." 

Raffles 
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128. L. M. 

FROM every stormy wind that blows, 
From every swelling tide of woes, 
There is a calm, a sure retreat ; 
'Tis found beneath the mercy-seat. 

2 There is a place where Jesus sheds 
The oil of gladness on our heads, 

A place than all besides more sweet 
It is the blood-bought mercy-seat. 

3 There is a scene where spirits blend, 
Where friend holds fellowship with friend ; 
Though sundered far, by faith they meet, 
Around one common mercy-seat. 

4 Oh ! may my hand forget her skill, 
My tongue be silent, cold, and still ; 
This bounding heart forget to beat 
Ere I forget the mercy- seat. 

5 There, there on eagles' wings we soar, 
And sin and sense molest no more ; 

And heaven comes down our souls to greet, 
While glory crowns the mercy-seat. 

STOWXUn 



199. III. 1. 



N 



AY ! I will not let Thee go, 

Till a blessing Thou bestow ; 
Do not turn away Thy faoe, 
Mine's an urgent, pressing case. 



PRAYER. 13] 

Once a sinner near despair, 
Sought Thy mercy-seat by prayer ; 
Mercy heard and set him free — 
Lord ! that mercy came to me. 



3 Many days have passed since then, 
Many changes I have seen ; 
Yet have been upheld till now ; 
Who could hold me up but Thou ? 



4 Thou hast helped in every need — 
This emboldens me to plead ; 
After so much mercy past, 
Canst Thou let me sink at last ? 



No ! I must maintain my hold ; 
5 Tis Thy goodness makes me bold ; 
I can no denial take, 
Since I plead for Jesus' sake. 

Newton. 



130. 

Prayer to the Trinity. 



COME, Thou Almighty King ! 
Help us Thy name to sing, 
Help us to praise. 
Father ! all glorious, 
O'er all victorious, 
Come, and reign over us, 
Ancient of days. 



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2 Come, Thou incarnate Word, 
Gird on Thy mighty sword, 

Our prayer attend : 
Come, and Thy people bless, 
And give Thy word success, 
Spirit of holiness ; 

On us descend. 

3 Come, holy Comforter ! 
Thy sacred witness bear 

In this glad hour ! 
Thou who Almighty art, 
Now rule in every heart, 
And ne'er from us depart, 

Spirit of power ! 

4 To the great Trinity 
The highest praises be, 

Hence evermore ! 
His sovereign majesty 
May we in glory see, 
And to eternity, 

Love and adoru. 



Map an. 



PRAISE. 133 



VH. PRAISE. 



131. II. 4. 

REJOICE, the Lord is King ; 
Your God and King adore : 
Mortals, give thanks and sing, 

And triumph evermore ; 
Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice ; 
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice. 

2 Jesus, the Saviour, reigns 

The God of truth and love ; 
"When He had purged our stains, 

He took His seat above ; 
Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice ; 
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice. 

3 His kingdom can not fail — 

He rules o'er earth and heaven ; 
The keys of earth and hell 

Are to our Jesus given ; 
Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice ; 
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice. 

4 He sits at God's right hand 

Till all His foes submit, 
And bow to His command, 

And fall beneath His feet ; 
Lift your hearts, lift up your voice ; 
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice. 



1-4 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

5 1 te all His foes shall quell, 
And all our sins destroy ; 
Let every bosom swell 

With pure seraphic joy ; 
Tift up your hearts, lift up your voice ; 
Iiejoice, again I say, rejoice. 

» Rejoice in glorious hope, 

Jesus the Judge shall come, 
And take His servants up 
To their eternal home ; 
We soon shall hear the arch-angel's voice, 
The Crump of God shall sound — rejoice ! 

Wesley. 



132. 

PRAISE ye Jehovah's name, 
Praise through His courts proclaim, 
ilise and adore ! 
High o'er the heavens above, 
Sound His great acts of love, 
While His rich grace we prove, 
Vast as His power. 

2 Now let the trumpet rai ie 
Sounds of triumphant praise, 

Wide as His fame ; 
Then let the harp he found, 

Organs with solemn sound, 
Roll your deep notes around, 
Filled with His name. 

3 While His high praise you sing, 
Shake every sounding siring; 

Sweet the accord ! 



PRAISE. 135 



He vital breath bestows, 
Let every breath that flows, 
His noblest fame disclose : 
Praise ye the Lord. 



"W. G-oode. 



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133. II. 1. 

H ! could I speak the matchless worth, 
Oh ! could I sound the glories forth, 

Which in my Saviour shine : 
I'd soar and touch the heavenly strings 
And vie with Gabriel while he sings 

In notes almost divine. 

I'd sing the precious blood He spilt, 
My ransom from the dreadful guilt 

Of sin and wrath divine : 
I'd sing His glorious righteousness, 
In which all-perfect heavenly dress, 

My soul shall ever shine. 

I'd sing the characters He bears, 
And all the forms of love He wears, 

Exalted on His throne ; 
In loftiest songs of sweetest praise 
I would to everlasting days 

Make all His glories known. 

Well, the delightful day will come 
When my dear Lord will bring me home, 

And I shall see His face ; 
Then with my Saviour, brother, friend, 
A blest eternity I'll spend, 

Triumphant in His grace. 

Medley. 



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134r. III. 3. 

MIGHTY God! while angels bless Thee, 
May a mortal lisp Thy name ? 
Lord of men, as well as angels ! 

Thou art every creature's theme : 
Lord of every land and nation, 

Ancient of eternal days ! 
Sounded through the wide creation, 
Be Thy just and awful praise. 

2 For the grandeur of Thy nature, 

Grand beyond a seraph's thought ; 
For the wonders of creation, 

Works with skill and kindness wrought ; 
For Thy providence that governs 

Through Thine empire's wide domain, 
Wings an angel, guides a sparrow ; 

Blessed be Thy gentle reign. 

3 But Thy rich, Thy free redemption, 

Bright, through darkness all along, 
Thought is poor, and poor expression ; 

Who can sing that wondrous song? 
Brightness of the Father's glory ! 

Shall Thy praise unuttercd lie? 
Break, my tongue ! such guilty silence, 

Sing the Lord who came to die; 

4 From the highest throne of glory 

To the cross of deepest woe, 
All to ransom guilty captives ! 

Flow my praise, forever flow! 
Come, and oh! to leave it never, 

Come, Lord Jesus, take Thy throne; 
Quickly come, and reign forever ; 

Be the kingdom all thy own ! 

Robinson, 



PRAISE. 137 



135. C. M. 

MORTALS, awake, with angels join, 
And chant the solemn lay ; 
Joy, love, and gratitude combine, 
To hail the auspicious day. 

2 In heaven the rapt'rous song began, 

And sweet seraphic fire 
Through all the shining legions ran, 
And strung and tuned the lyre. 

3 Swift through the vast expanse it flew, 

And loud the echo rolled ; 
The theme, the song, the joy was new, 
'Twas more than heaven could hold. 

4 Down through the portals of the sky, 

The impetuous torrent ran ; 
And angels flew wdth eager joy, 
To bear the news to man. 

5 With joy the chorus we'll repeat, 

" Glory to God on high ; 
Good will and peace are now complete, 
Jesus was born to die." 

6 Hail, Prince of Life ! forever hail! 

Redeemer, Brother, Friend ! 
Though earth, and time, and life shall fail, 
Thy praise shall never end. 

7 Hark ! the cherubic armies shout, 

And Glory leads the song : 
Good will and peace are heard throughout 
The harmonious heavenly throng. 

Medley. 



138 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 



136. C M. 

ALL hail the power of Jesus' name ! 
Let angels prostrate fall ; 
Bring forth the royal diadem, 
And crown Him — Lord of all. 



2 Crown Him, ye martyrs of our God, 
Who from His altar call ; 
Extol the stem of Jesse's rod, 
And crown Him — Lord of all. 



3 Hail Him, ye heirs of David's line, 
Whom David Lord did call ; 
The God incarnate ! man divine ! 
And crown Him — Lord of all. 



4 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race, 
Ye ransomed from the fall, 
Hail Him who saves you by His grace, 
And crown Him — Lord of all. 



5 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget 
The wormwood and the gall, 
Go, spread your trophies at His feet, 
And crown Him — Lord of all. 



Let every kindred, every tribe 

On this terrestrial ball, 
To Him all majesty ascribe, 

And crown Him — Lord of all. 



Duncan 



PRAISE. 139 



137. III. L 



GRATEFUL notes and numbers bring, 
While Jehovah's praise we sing ; 
Holy, holy, holy Lord, 
Be Thy glorious name adored. 

2 Though unworthy, Lord, Thine ear 
Can our humble praises hear ; 
Purer praise we hope to bring, 
When with saints above we sing. 

3 Lead us to that blissful state ; 
Where Thou reign'st supremely great, 
Look with pity from Thy throne, 
Send Thy Holy Spirit down. 

4 While on earth ordained to stay, 
Guide our footsteps in the way, 
Till we come to reign with Thee, 
And Thy glorious greatness see. 

5 Then in joyful songs of praise, 
We'll our grateful voices raise ; 
Lord, Thy mercies never fail ; 
Hail, Celestial Goodness, hail ! 



138. CM. 

PLUNGED in a gulf of dark despair, 
We wretched sinners lay, 
Without one cheering beam of hope, 
Or spark of glimm'ring day. 



140 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

2 With pitying eyes the Prince of grace 

Beheld our helpless grief; 
He saw, and (oh ! amazing love !) 
He ran to our relief. 

3 Down from the shining seats above, 

With joyful haste He fled; 
Entered the grave in mortal flesh, 
And dwelt among the dead. 

4 Oh ! for this love let rocks and hills 

Their lasting silence break ! 
And all harmonious human tongues 
The Saviour's praises speak. 

5 Angels, assist our mighty joys, 

Strike all your harps of gold ; 
But when you raise your highest notes, 
His love can ne'er be told ! 



Watts. 



139. S. M. 

AWAKE, and sing the song 
Of Moses and the Lamb ; 
Wake every heart and every tongue, 
To praise the Saviour's name. 

2 Sing of His dying love ; 

Sing of His rising power : 
Sing how lie intercedes above, 
For those whose sins He bore. 

3 Sing, till Ave feel our heart 

Ascending with our tongue; 
Sing, till the love of sin depart, 
And grace inspire our song. 



PRAISE. 141 



Sing on your heavenly way, 
Te ransomed sinners, sing ; 

Sing on, rejoicing every day, 
In Christ, th' eternal King. 



5 Soon shall we hear Him say, 
"'Ye blessed children, come :" 
Soon will He call us hence away, 
And take His wanderers home. 



6 Soon shall our raptured tongue 
His endless praise proclaim ; 
And sweeter voices tune the song 
Of Moses and the Lamb. 



Hammond, 



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140. II. 4. 

X earth the song begins, 
In heaven more sweet, more loud, 

To Him that drowns our sins 
In His atoning blood ; 

"To Him," they cry in rapturous strain, 

"Be honor, peace, and power — Amen !" 



Ye saints on earth, repeat, 

What heaven with rapture owns ; 

And while before His feet 
The elders cast their crowns, 

Go, imitate the choirs above, 

And tell the world your Saviour's love. 



142 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

3 Sins: as ye pass along — 

With joy and wonder sing, 
Till others learn the song, 

And own your Lord their King : 
Till converts join you, as ye go, 
And make a growing heaven below. 

4 Inform the list'ning world 

How Jesus, when He fell, 
The powers of darkness hurled 

Down to the depths of hell ; 
And rising, bore the rescued prize, 
His Church, in triumph through the sides. 

5 Our feeble minds are lost 

Beneath the lofty strain ; 
But Jordan's billows crossed, 

We'll catch the sound again ; 
In praise assist the heavenly choir, 
Nor ever stop, nor ever tire. 



14L1. III. 4. 

ET us love, and sing, and wonder ; 
J Let us praise the Saviour's name : 
He has hushed the law's loud thunder, 

He has quenched Mount Sinai's flame ; 
He has washed us with His blood, 
He has brought us nigh to God. 

Let us love the Lord who bought us, 

Dying for our rebel race ; 
Called us by His Word, and taught us 

By the Spirit of His grace : 
He has washed us witli His blood, 
lie presents our souls to God. 



PRAISE. 143 

Let us sing, though fierce temptation 
Threaten hard to bear us down ; 

For the Lord, our strong salvation, 
Holds in view the conq'ror's crown ; 

He who washed us with His blood, 

Soon will bring us home to God. 

Let us praise, and join the chorus 
Of His saints enthroned on high; 

Here, they trusted Him before us, 
Now their praises fill the sky : 

"Thou hast washed us with Thy blood; 

Thou art worthy, Lamb of God!" 

Newtcn. 



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VIII. CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE. 



WARFARE, TRIALS, HOPES. 



14.2. S. M. 

URGE on your rapid course, 
Ye blood-besprinkled bands ; 
The heavenly kingdom suffers force ; 

'Tis seized by violent hands : 
See there the starry crown 

That glitters through the skies ; 
Satan, the world, and sin, tread down, 
And take the glorious prize. 

2 Through much distress and pain, 

Through many a conflict here, 
Through blood, ye must the entrance gain, 

Yet oh ! disdain to fear : 
Courage, your Captain cries, 

(Who all your toil foreknew,) 
Toil ye shall have, yet all despise ; 

I have o'crcome for you. 

3 The world can not withstand 

Its ancient Conqueror ; 
The world must sink beneath the Hand 
Whirl) arms us for the war: 



CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE. 145 

This is the victory — 

Before our faith they fall ; 
Jesus hath died for you and me ; 

Believe, and conquer all. 

Wesley. 



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14:3. S. M. 

XGELS your march oppose 

"Who still in strength excel, 
Your secret, sworn, eternal foes, 

Countless, invisible ; 
From thrones of glory driven, 

By flaming vengeance hurled, 
They throng the air, and darken heaven, 
And rule this lower world. 



But shall believers fear ? 

But shall believers fly ? 
Or see the bloody cross appear, 

And all their powers defy ? 
By all hell's host withstood, 

We all hell's host o'erthrow ; 
And conquering them through Jesus' blood, 

We on to conquer go. 

Wesley. 



1A4t. S. M. 

OH ! may Thy powerful word 
Inspire a feeble worm 
To rush into Thy kingdom, Lord, 
And take it as by storm. 
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146 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

2 Oh ! may we all improve 
The grace already given, 
To seize the crown of perfect love, 
And scale the mount of heaven. 

AVesley. 



14^5. L. M. 

WIS not too arduous an essay, 
JL To tread, resolved, the Gospel way ; 
The sensual nature to control, 
And warm with purer fire the soul. 

2 Nature will raise up all her strife, 
Reluctant to the heavenly life ; 
Loth in a Saviour's death to share, 
Her daily cross compelled to bear. 

3 But grace omnipotent at length 

Shall arm the saint with saving strength ; 
Through the sharp war with aids attend, 
And his long conflict sweetly end. 

4 Act but the infant's gentle part ; 
Give up to love thy willing heart; 

No fondest parent's tender breast 
Yearns like thy God's to make thee blest. 

6 Thy sovereign Father, good and kind, 
Wants but to have His child resigned; 
V\ r ;mis but thy yielded heart — no more — 
Thee with His richest grace to store. 

Luther, 



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CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE. 147 



146. CM. 

Mia soldier of the cross, 

A follower of the Lamb ? 
And shall I fear to own His cause, 
Or blush to speak His name ? 



2 Shall I be carried to the skies 
On flow'ry beds of ease, 
While others fought to win the prize, 
And sailed through bloody seas ? 



3 Are there no foes for me to face, 

Must I not stem the flood ? 
Is this vain world a friend to grace, 
To help me on to God? 

4 Sure I must fight if I would reign : 

Increase my courage, Lord, 
To bear the cross, endure the shame, 
Supported by Thy word. 



5 The saints, in all this glorious war, 
Shall conquer, though they die ; 
They see the triumph from afar, 
"With faith's discerning eye. 



When that illustrious day shall rise, 

And all Thine armies shine 
In robes of victory through the skies, 

The glory shall be thine. 

Watts. 



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14:7. C. M. 



Y 



E glittering toys of earth, adieu ! 

A nobler choice be mine ; 
A real prize attracts my view, 
A treasure all divine. 



2 Begone, unworthy of my cares, 
Ye specious baits of sense ; 
Inestimable worth appears, 
The pearl of price immense ! 



3 Jesus, to multitudes unknown, 
O name divinely sweet ! 
Jesus in Thee, in Thee alone, 
Wealth, honor, pleasure meet. 



4 Should both the Indies, at my call, 
Their boasted stores resign, 
With joy I would renounce them all, 
For leave to call Thee mine. 



Should earth's vain treasures all depart, 

Of this dear gift possessed, 
I'd clasp it to my joyful heart, 

And be forever blessed. 



6 Dear Sovereign of my soul's desires, 
Thy love is bliss divine ; 
Accept the praise Thy grace inspires, 
Since I can call Thee mine ! 

Steele. 



CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE. 149 



148. C. M. 

JESUS ! the very thought of Thee, 
With sweetness fills my breast ; 
But sweeter far Thy face to see, 
And in Thy presence rest. 

2 Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame, 

Nor can the memory find 
A sweeter sound than Thy blest name, 
O Saviour of mankind! 

3 O hope of every contrite heart ! 

O joy of all the meek ! 
To those who fall how kind Thou art ! 
How good to those who seek ! 

4 But what to those who find ? Ah ! this 

Nor tongue nor pen can show ; 
The love of Jesus, what it is, 
None but His loved ones know. 

St. Bernard. 



m 



14=9. S, M. 

Y soul, be on thy guard, 

Ten thousand foes arise ; 
And hosts of sin are pressing hard, 
To draw thee from the skie3. 



2 Oh ! watch, and fight, and pray, 
The battle ne'er give o'er ; 
Renew it boldly every day, 
And help divine implore. 



150 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY 

3 Ne'er think the victory won, 
Nor once at case sit down ; 
Thy arduous work will not be done, 
Till thou hast got thy crown. 

Heath. 



150. L. M. 

AND be it so, that till this hour 
We never knew what faith has meant ; 
Deceived by sin and Satan's power, 
Have never felt these hearts relent. 



2 What shall we do ? Shall we lie down, 

Sink in despair, and groan, and die, 
And rest beneath the Almighty's frown, 
Nor glance one cheerful hope on high ? 

3 Forbid it, Saviour ! To Thy grace, 

As siymers, strangers now we come ! 
Among Thy saints we ask a place, 
For in Thy mercy there is room. 

4 Lord, we believe. Oh ! chase away 

The gloomy clouds of unbelief 
Lord, we repent. Oil ! let Thy ray 
Dissolve our hearts hi sacred grief. 

5 Now spread the banner of Thy loy<», 

And Let us know that we are Thine; 
Cheer us with blessings from above, 
With all the joys of hope divine. 

S T ME0N. 



CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE. 151 

151. L. M. 

Contentment, 

OTHOTI, by long experience tried, 
Near whom no grief can long abide, 
My Lord, with Thee, in sweet content, 
I pass my years of banishment. 

2 All scenes alike engaging prove, 

To souls impressed with sacred love ; 
"Where'er they dwell, they dw ell in Thee, 
In heaven, on earth, or on the sea. 

3 To me remains nor place nor time, 
My country is in ev'ry clime ; 

I can be calm and free from care 
On any shore, since God is there. 

4 While place we seek, or place we shun, 
The soul finds happiness in none ; 

But with my God to guide my way, 
*Tis equal joy to go or stay. 

5 Could I be cast where Thou art not, 
That were indeed a dreadful lot ; 
But regions none remote I call, 
Secure of finding God in all. 

Guion. 



153. C. M. 

JESUS hath died that I might live, 
Might live to God alone ; 
In Him eternal life receive ; 
And be in spirit one. 



152 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

2 Saviour, I thank Thee for the grace, 

The gift unspeakable ; 
And wait with arms of faith t' embrace, 
And all Thy love to feel. 

3 Give me Thyself: from every boast, 

From every wish set free ; 
Let all I am in Thee be lost, 
But give Thyself to me. 

4 Thy gifts, alas ! can not suffice, 

Unless Thyself be given ; 
Thy presence makes my paradise ; 
And where Thou art is heaven. 

Weslet. 



153. S. M. 

GIVE to the winds thy fears ; 
Hope, and be undismayed ; 
God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears, 

God shall lift up thy head ; 
Through waves, and clouds, and storms, 

lie gently clears thy way ; 
Wait thou His time, so shall this night 
Soon end in joyons day. 

2 Still heavy is thy heart? 
Still is thy spirit faint? 
Cast off the weight — let fear depart, 

Each care and eaefi complaint. 
What though thou rulest not, 
Yet heaven, and earth, and bell, 

Proclaim, God sitteth on the throne, 

Ami ruleth all things well. 



CHRISTIAN" EXPERIENCE. 153 

Leave to His sovereign sway 

To choose and to command : 
So shalt thou, Avond'ring, own His way, 

How wise, how strong His hand ! 
Far, far above thy thought 

His counsel shall appear, 
When fully He the work hath wrought 

That caused thy needless fear. 






154r. S.M, 

IX true and patient hope, 
My soul, on God attend ; 
And calmly, confidently look 
Till He salvation send. 

2 I shall His goodness see, 

While on His name I call ; 
He will defend and strengthen me, 
And I shall never fall. 

3 Jesus, to Thee I fly, 

My refuge and my tower ; 
Upon Thy faithful love rely, 
And find Thy saving power. 

4 Angels in bright attire 

Conduct Him through the skies ; 
Darkness and tempest, smoke and fire, 
Attend Him as He flies. 

5 How awful is the sight ! 

How loud the thunders roar ! 
The sun forbears to give His light, 
The stars are seen no more. 



154 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

6 The whole creation groans ; 
But saints arise and sing ; 
They are the ransomed of the Lord, 
And He their God and King. 

Wesley. 



F 



155. C M. 

AR from the world, O Lord ! I flee, 

From strife and tumult far • 
From scenes where Satan wages still 

His most successful war. 
The calm retreat, the silent shade, 

With prayer and praise agree ; 
And seem by Thy free bounty made 

For those who follow Thee. 

2 There, if Thy spirit touch the soul, 

And grace her mean abode ; 
Oh ! with what peace, and joy, and love, 

She communes with her God ! 
There, like the nightingale, she pours 

Her solitary lays ; 
Nor asks a witness of her song, 

Nor thirsts for human praise. 

3 Author and Guardian of my life ! 

Sweet source of light divine, 
And — all harmonious names in one — 

My Saviour, Thou art mine ! 
What thanks I owe Thee, and what love — ■ 

A boundless, endless store, 
Shall echo through the realms above, 

When time shall be no more. 

Cowper. 



CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE. 155 



156. L.MV 

FOUNTAIN" of grace, rich, full, and free, 
What need I, that is not in Thee ? 
Full pardon, strength to meet the day, 
And peace which none can take away. 

2 Doth sickness fill the heart with fear ? 
5 Tis sweet to know that Thou art near ; 
Am I with dread of justice tried ? 

'Tis sweet to feel that Christ hath died. 

3 In life Thy promises of aid, 
Forbid my heart to be afraid ; 

In death, peace gently veils the eyes ; 
Christ rose, and I shall surely rise. 

4 O all sufficient Saviour ! be 
This all-sufficiency to me ; 

Nor pain, nor sin, nor death can harm 
The weakest, shielded by Thine arm. 

Collier. 



157. III. 1. 

CHRIST, of all my hopes the ground, 
Christ, the spring of all my joy ; 
Still in Thee let me be found, 

Still for Thee my powers employ. 

2 Fountain of o'erflowing grace ! 
Freely from Thy fullness give ; 
Till I close my earthly race 
Be it " Christ for me to live !" 



156 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

3 Firmly trusting in Thy blood, 

Nothing shall my heart confound ; 
Safely I shall pass the flood, 

Safely reach Immanuel's ground. 

4 When I touch the blessed shore, 

Back the closing waves shall roll ; 

Death's dark stream shall never more 

Part from Thee my ravished soul. 

5 Thus, oh ! thus, an entrance give 

To the land of cloudless sky ; 
Having known it, " Christ to live," 
Let me know it, " gain to die." 

WlKDHAK 



158. II. L 

HOW happy is the pilgrim's lot ; 
How free from every anxious thought, 
From worldly hope and fear ! 
Confined to neither court nor cell, 
His soul disdains on earth to dwell ; 
He only sojourns here. 

2 This happiness in part is mine, 
Already saved from low design. 

From every creature-love ; 
Blest with scorn of Unite good. 
My soul is lightened of its load. 

And seeks the things above. 

3 There is my house and portion fair ; 
My treasure and my heart are there, 

And my abiding home ; 



CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE. 157 

For me my elder brethren stay. 
And angels beckon me away, 
And Jesus bids me come. 



4 I come, Thy servant, Lord, replies ; 
I come to meet Thee in the skies, 
And claim my heavenly rest ; 
Soon will the pilgrim's journey end ; 
Thou, O my Saviour, Brother, Friend, 
Receive me to Thy breast. 

J. Wesley. 



159. 

COME, let us ascend, my companion and 
friend, 
To taste of the banquet above ; 
If thy heart be as mine, if for Jesus it pine, 
Come up into the chariot of love. 



2 We in Jesus confide, and are bold to outride 
The storms of affliction beneath ; 
With the Prophet we soar to the heavenly 
shore, 
And outfly all the arrows of death. 



3 By faith we are come to our permanent home ; 
By hope we the rapture improve ; 
By love we still rise, and look down on the 
skies, 
For the heaven of heavens is love. 



158 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

4 What a rapturous song, when the glorified 

throng, 
In the spirit of harmony join ! 
Join all the glad choirs, hearts, voices and 
lyres, 
And the burden is mercy divine; 

5 Hallelujah they cry to the King of the sky, 

To the great everlasting I am, 
To the Lamb that was slain, and that liveth 
again, 
Hallelujah to God and the Lamb. 

Wesley. 



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160. CM. 

MY span of life will soon be done, 
The passing moments say ; 
As length'ning shadows o'er the mead, 
Proclaim the close of day. 

2 Oh ! that my heart might dwell aloof 

From all created things ; 
And learn that wisdom from above, 
Whence true contentment springs. 

3 Courage, my soul, thy bitter ctfoss, 

In every trial here, 
Shall bear thee to thy heaven above, 
But shall not enter there. 

i The sigflUlg ones, thai Immbly seek 

fn sorrowing paths below, 
Shall in eternity rejoice, 

Where endless comforts flow. 



CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE. 159 

Soon will the toilsome strife be o'er, 

Of sublunary care, 
And life's dull vanities no more 

This anxious breast ensnare. 

Courage, my soul ; on God rely ; 

Deliv'rance soon will come ; 
A thousand ways has providence 

To bring believers home. 

}Irs. Cowper. 



161. S. M. 



JUST o'er the grave I hung ; 
No pardon met my eyes ; 
As blessings never greet the slain, 
And hope shall never rise. 

2 Sweet mercy to my soul 

Revealed no charming ray ; 
Before me rose a long, dark night, 
With no succeeding day. 

3 I saw beyond the tomb, 

The awful Judge appear, 
Prepared to scan with strict account 
My blessing wasted here. 

4 His wrath, like flaming fire, 

Burned to the lowest hell ; 
And in that hopeless world of woe 
He bade my spirit dwell. 

5 My friends, now friends no more, 

At infinite remove, 
Left me to gain their rich reward, 
And taste forgiving love. 



160 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

G Then to the Lord I cried — 

He saved my soul from death ; 
To Him I'll give my heart and hands, 
And consecrate my breath. 



162. III. 5. 

ALLELUIA ! best and sweetest 
Of the hymns of praise above ! 
Alleluia ! thou repeatest, 

Angel host, these notes of love ! 

This ye utter 
While your golden harps ye move. 

2 Alleluia ! church victorious, 

Join the concert of the sky ! 
Alleluia ! bright and glorious, 

Lift, ye saints, this strain on high ! 

We poor exiles 
Join not yet your melody. 

3 Alleluia ! strains of gladness 

Suit not souls with anguish torn : 
Alleluia! sounds of sadness 
Best become our state forlorn : 

Our offenses 
We with bitter tears must mourn. 

4 But our earnest supplication, 

Holy (Jod, we raise to Thee; 
Visit us with Thy salvation, 
Make us all Thy joys to see! 

Alleluia ! 
Ours at length this strain shall be ! 

Anciknt. 



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163. L. M. 

UN of my soul ! Thou Saviour dear ! 

It is not night if Thou be near ; 
Oh ! may no earth-horn cloud arise 
To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes. 



2 When the soft dews of kindly sleep, 
My wearied eye-lids gently steep, 

Be my last thought : How sweet to rest 
Forever on my Saviour's breast ! 

3 Abide with me from morn till eve. 
For without Thee I can not live ; 
Abide with me when night is nigh, 
For without Thee I dare not die. 

4 Come near and bless us when we wake, 
Ere through the world our way we take ; 
Till, in the ocean of Thy love, 

"We lose ourselves, in heaven above. 

Keble. 



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16-4. L. M. 

X sleep's serene oblivion laid, 
I safely passed the silent night ; 

Again I see the breaking shade, 
I drink again the morning light. 



2 Xew-born. I bless the waking hour, 
Once more, with awe rejoice to be ; 
My conscious soul resumes her power, 
And springs, my guardian God, to Thee ! 



162 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL TOETKY. 

3 Oh ! guide me through the various maze 

My doubtful feet are doomed to tread; 
And spread Thy shield's protecting blaze 
When dangers press around my head. 

4 A deeper shade will soon impend ; 

A deeper sleep mine eyes oppress ; 

Yet then Thy strength shall still defend, 

Thy goodness still delight to bless. 

5 That deeper shade shall break away ; 

That deeper sleep shall leave mine eyes ; 
Thy light shall give eternal day, 
Thy love, the rapture of the skies. 

Hawkeswortu. 



105. 

HASTE, my dull soul, arise, 
Cast off thy care, 
Press to thy native skies, 

Mighty in prayer. 
Jesus has gone before, 
Count all thy troubles o'er, 
He who thy burden bore, 
Jesus is there. 

2 Soul for the marriage least 

Robe and prepare, 
Pureness becomes each guest ; 

.lesus is there. 
Saints, wave ymir victory palms, 
Chant your celestial psalms; 
Bride of the Lamb, thy charms. 

Oh ! let us wear. 



CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE. 163 

Heaven's bliss is perfect, pure, 

Glory is there ; 
Heaven's bliss is ever sure, 

Thou art its heir. 
"What makes its joy complete ? 
What makes its hymns so sweet ? 
There our best Friend we'll meet, 

Jesus is there. 



166. II. 4. 



TO God I lift my eyes, 
From Him is all my aid, 
The God that built the skies, 

And earth and nature made ; 
God is the tower to which I flv, 



His grace is nigh in every hour. 



My feet shall never slide, 

And fall in fatal snares, 
Since God, my guard and guide, 

Defends me from my fears ; 
Those wakeful eyes that never sleep, 
Shall Israel keep when dangers rise. 



Xo burning heats by day, 

Nor blasts of evening air, 
Shall take my health away, 

If God be with me there. 
Thou art my sun and Thou my shade, 
To guard my head by night or noon. 



164 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

i Hast thou not given thy word 
To save my soul from death ? 
And I can trust my Lord 

To keep my mortal breath : 
I'll go and come, nor fear to die, 
Till from on high Thou call me home. 

Watts. 



167. 

H npHY will be done !" In devious way 
JL The hurrying stream of life may run ; 
Yet still our grateful hearts shall sav, 
" Thy will be done." 

2 " Thy will be done !" If o'er us shine 

A gladd'ning and a prosperous sun, 
This prayer will make it more divine — 
" Thy will be done !" 

3 " Thy will be done !" Though shrouded o'er 

Our path with gloom, one comfort — one 
Is ours; to breathe, while we adore, 
a Thy will be done !" 

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168. 

Y God, my Father, while T stray 

Far from my home on life's rough way, 
Oli ! teach me from my heart to sav, 
"Thy will he 'done." 



CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE. 165 

2 If Thou should'st call me to resign 
What most I prize — it ne'er was mine ; 
I only yield Thee what was Thine ! 

" Thy will be done." 

3 E'en if again I ne'er should see 

The friend more dear than life to me, 
Ere long we both shall be with Thee — 
" Thy will be done." 

4 Should pining sickness waste away 
My life in premature decay, 

My Father, still I strive to say, 
" Thy will be done." " 

5 If but my fainting heart be blest, 
"With Thy sweet Spirit for its guest, 
My God, to Thee I leave the rest — 

" Thy will be done." 

6 Renew my will from day to day, 
Blend it with Thine and take away 
All that now makes it hard to say, 

" Thy will be done." 

7 Then when on earth I breathe no more, 
The prayer oft mixed with tears before, 
I'll sing upon a happier shore, 

" Thy will be done." 

C. Elliott. 



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169. S. M. 

WAS a wandering sheep, 

I did not love the fold, 
I did not love my Shepherd's voice, 

I would not be controlled. 



166 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

2 I was a wayward child, 

I did not love my home, 
I did not love my Father's voice, 
I loved afar to roam. 

3 The Shepherd sought His sheep, 

The Father sought His child, 
They followed me o'er vale and hill, 
O'er desert waste, and wild. 

4 He found me nigh to death, 

Famished and faint and lone ; 
He bound me with the bands of love, 
He saved the wandering one. 

5 He washed my filth away, 

He made me clear and fair, 
He brought me to my home in peace, 
The long-sought wanderer. 

6 Jesus my shepherd is, 

'Twas He that loved my soul, 
'Twas He that washed me in His blood, 
'Twas He that made me whole. 

7 'Twas He that sought the lost, 

That found the wandering sheep, 
'Twas He that brought me to the fold, 
'Tis He that still doth keep. 

8 I was a wandering sheep, 

I would not be controlled ; 
But now I love the Shepherd's voice, 
I love, I love the fold. 

9 I was a wayward child, 

I onco preferred to roam ; 
But now I love my Father's voice, 
I love, I love His homo. 

IT. BONAE. 







CHEISTIAN EXPERIENCE. 167 

170. II. l. 

THOU that hear'st the prayer of faith, 

"Wilt Thou not save a soul from death, 

That casts itself on Thee ? 
I have no refuge of my own, 
But fly to what my God hath done, 

And suffered e'en for me. 

2 Slain in the guilty sinner's stead, 
His spotless righteousness I plead, 

And His availing blood ; 
That righteousness my robe shall be, 
That merit shall atone for me, 

And bring me near to God. 

3 Then save me from eternal death, 
The Spirit of adoption breathe, 

His consolation send ; 
By Him some word of life impart, 
And sweetly whisper to my heart : 

" Thy Maker is thy Friend." 

4 The king of terrors then would be 
A welcome messenger to me, 

To bid me come away ; 
Unloosed from earth, and earthly thiugs, 
I'd mount, I'd fly with eager wings, 

To everlasting day. 

Toplady. 



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171. S. M. 

S this the kind return ? 

Are these the thanks we owe ? 
Thus to abuse Eternal Love, 
Whence all our blessings flow ! 



168 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

2 To what a stubborn frame 

Has sin reduced our mind ! 
What strange rebellious creature we ! 
And God as strangely kind ! 

3 Turn, turn us, mighty God ! 

And mould our souls afresh ! 
Break, Sov'reign Grace, these hearts of 
stone, 
And give us hearts of flesh. 

4 Let past ingratitude 

Provoke our weeping eyes ; 
And hourly as new mercies fall 
Let hourly thanks arise. 

Watts 



172. II. 6. 

A II ! I shall soon be dying — 

A. Time swiftly glides away. 

But on my Lord relying, 

I hail the happy (lav ; 

The day when I shall enter 

Upon a world unknown ; 

My helpless soul I venture, 

On Jesus Christ alone. 

2 He once a spotless victim, 

Upon Mount C.ilvary bled; 
Jehovah did aillirt Him, 

And bruise him in my stead ; 
Hence all my hope arises, 

Unworthy as I am, 
My soul most surely prizes 

The sin-atoning Lamb. 



CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE. 169 

Soon with the saints in glory, 

The grateful song I'll raise, 
And chant my blissful story 

In high seraphic lays ; 
Free grace, redeeming merit, 

And sanctifying love, 
Of Father, Son, and Spirit, 

I'll sins; in realms above. 



173. HI. 1- 

DARKNESS overspreads us here, 
But the night wears fast away, 
Jacob's star will soon appear, 
Leading on eternal day. 



2 Now 'tis time to rouse from sleep, 

Trim our lamps and stand prepared, 
For our Lord strict watch to keep, 
Lest He find us off our guard. 



3 Though already saved by grace, 
From the hour we first believed, 
Yet while sin and war have place, 
We have but a part received. 



4 Still we for salvation wait, 

Every hour it nearer comes ; 

Death will break the prison gate, 

And aiimit us to our homes. 



I/O HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY 



174. II. 3. 

STRANGE and mysterious is my life. 
What opposites I feel within ! 
A stable peace, a constant strife ; 

The rule of grace, the power of sin : 
Too often I am captive led, 
Yet daily triumph in my Head. 

2 I prize the privilege of prayer, 

But oh ! what backwardness to pray ! 
Though on the Lord I cast my care, 

I feel its burden every day ; 
I seek His will in all I do, 
Yet find my own is working too. 

3 I call the promises my own, 

And prize them more than mines of 
gold ; 
Yet though their sweetness I have known, 

They leave me unimpressed and cold : 
One hour upon the truth I feed, 
The next I know not what I read. 

4 I love the holy day of rest, 

When Jesus meets His gathered saints; 
Sweet day, of all the week the best ! 

For its return my spirit pants ; 
Yet often through my unbelief 
It proves a day of guilt and grief. 

5 While on my Saviour I rely, 

T know my foes shall lose their aim, 
And therefore dare their power defy, 

Assured of conquest through His name; 
But soon my confidence is slain, 
And all my fears return again. 



CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE. 171 

Thus different powers within me strive, 
And grace and sin "by turns prevail ; 

I grieve, rejoice, decline, revive, 

And victory hangs in doubtful scale : 

But Jesus has His promise passed, 

That grace shall overcome at last. 

Newton. 



175. C. M. 

FATHER, I stretch my hands to Thee, 
No other help I know ; 
If Thou withdraw Thyself from me, 
Ah ! whither shall I £o ? 



2 What did Thine only Son endure, 

Before I drew my breath ! 
What pain, what labor, to secure 
My soul from endless death ! 

3 O Jesus ! could I this believe, 

I now should feel Thy power ; 
Xow my poor soul Thou wouldst retrieve, 
Xor let me wait one hour. 

4 Author of faith, to Thee I lift 

My weary; lon^insc eves : 
Oh ! let me now receive that gift ; 
My soul without it dies. 

5 Surely Thou canst not let me die ; 

Oh ! speak, and I shall live ; 
And here I will unwearied lie, 
Till Thou Thy Spirit give. 



172 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

6 The worst of sinners would rejoice, 
Could they but see Thy face : 
Oh ! let me hear Thy quick'ning voice, 



And taste Thy pard'ning grace 



Wesley 



176. L. M. 



BESET with snares on every hand, 
In life's uncertain path I stand ; 
Saviour, divine, diffuse Thy light, 
To guide my doubtful footsteps right. 



2 Engage this roving, treacherous heart, 
To fix on Mary's better part ; 
To scorn the trifles of a day, 
For joys that none can take away. 



3 Then let the wildest storms arise, 
Let tempests mingle earth and skies ; 
No fatal shipwreck shall I fear, 
B ut all my treasures with me bear. 



If Thou, O Christ, wilt still be nigh ; 
Cheerful I live, and joyful die ; 
Secure, when mortal comforts flee, 
To find ten thousand worlds in Thee. 

DODDRIDGE. 



CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE. 173 



177. II. l. 

THOU God of glorious majesty, 
To Thee, against myself to Thee, 
A worm of earth I cry; 
A half-awakened child of man, 
An heir of endless bliss or pain, 
A sinner born to die. 

2 Lo ! on a narrow neck of land, 
'Twixt two unbounded seas I stand : 

Yet how insensible. 
A point of time, a moment's space, 
Removes me to yon heavenly place, 

Or shuts me up in hell. 

3 God ! my inmost soul convert, 
And deeply on my thoughtless heart 

Eternal things impress ; 
Give me to feel their solemn weight, 
And save me e'er it be too late — 

Awake to righteousness. 

4 Before me place in bright array 
The pomp of that tremendous day, 

When Thou with clouds shalt come 
To judge the nations at Thy bar ; 
And tell me, Lord, shall I be there 

To meet a joyful doom. 

5 Be this my one great business here, 
"With holy trembling, holy fear, 

To make my calling sure ; 
Thine utmost counsel to fulfill, 
And suffer all Thy righteous will, 

And to the end endure. 



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174 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

6 Then, Saviour, then my soul receive, 
Transported from this vale, to live 

And reign with Thee above, 
Where faith is sweetly lost in sight, 
And hope in full supreme delight, 

And everlasting love. 



"Wesley 



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178. 

Y faith looks up to Thee, 
Thou Lamb of Calvary ! 
Saviour divine ! 
Now hear me while I pray, 
Take all my guilt away, 
Oh! let me, from this day, 
Be wholly Thine. 



May Thy rich grace impart 
Strength to my fainting heart, 

My zeal inspire ; 
As Thou hast died for me, 
Oh ! may my love to Thee, 
Pure, warm, and changeless be 

A living fire. 



3 While life's dark maze I tread, 
And griefs around me spread. 

Be Thou my guide : 
Bid darkness turn to day, 
Wipe sorrow's tears away, 
Nor let me ever stray 

From Thee aside. 



CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE. 175 

When ends life's transient dream, 
When death's cold, sullen stream 

Shall o'er me roll, 
Blest Saviour ! then, in love. 
Fear and distrust remove ; 
Oh ! bear me safe above — 

A ransomed soul. 

Palmer. 



179. C. M. 

OH ! could I find from day to day, 
A nearness to my God, 
Then should my hours glide sweet away, 
Cheered by His staff and rod. 



2 Lord, I desire with Thee to live 
Anew from day to day ; 
In joys the world can never give, 
Nor ever take away. 



3 O Jesus ! come and rule my heart, 
And make me wholly Thine, 
That I may never more depart, 
Nor grieve Thy love divine. 



4 Thus till my last expiring breath, 
Thy goodness I'll adore ; 
And when my flesh dissolves in death, 
My soul shall love Thee more. 



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176 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 



180. L. M. 

STAND up, my soul, shake off thy fears, 
And gird the Gospel armor on ; 
March to the gates of endless joy, 

Where Jesus, thy great Captain's gone. 

2 Hell and thy sins resist thy course ; 

But hell and sin are vanquished foes ; 
Thy Saviour nailed them to the cross, 
And sung the triumph when He rose. 

3 Then let my soul march boldly on, 

Press forward to the heavenly gate ; 
There peace and joy eternal reign 

And glittering robes for conquerors wait. 

4 There shall I wear a starry crown, 

And triumph in almighty grace, 
While all the armies of the skies 
Join in my glorious Leader's praise. 

Waits. 



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181. L. M. 

Y faith in Christ, I walk with God, 

With heaven, my journey's end, in view; 
Supported by His staff and rod, 
My road is safe and pleasant too. 



2 I travel through a desert wide, 

Where many round me blindly stray ; 
But He vouchsafes to be my guide, 
And will not let me miss my way. 



CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE. 17 7 

3 Though snares and dangers throng my 

path, 
And earth and hell my course with- 
stand, 
I triumph over all by faith, 

Guarded by His almighty hand. 

4 The wilderness affords no food, 

But God for my support prepares, 
Provides me every needful good, 

And frees my soul from want and cares, 

5 With Him sweet converse I maintain, 

Great as He is, I dare be free ; 
I tell Him all my grief and pain, 
And He reveals His love to me. 

Newton. 



182. 

VAIX, delusive world, adieu, 
With all of creature good ; 
Only Jesus I'll pursue, 

Who bought me with His blood ; 
All thy pleasure I'll forego ; 

I'll trample on thy wealth and pride 
Only Jesus will I know, 
And Jesus crucified. 



Other knowledge I disdain ; 

'Tis all but vanity : 
Christ, the Lamb of God, was slain, 

He tasted death for me ! 



178 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

Me to save from endless woe, 
The sin-atoning victim died ; 

Only Jesns will I know, 
And Jesus crucified. 



Him to know is life and peace, 

And pleasure without end : 
This is all my happiness, 

On Jesus to depend ; 
Daily in His grace to grow, 

And ever to abide ; 
Only Jesus will I know, 

And Jesus crucified ! 



Toplady 



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183. L. M. 

TJio Sotti athirst for God. 

THIRST, but not as once I did, 
The vain delights of earth to share ; 

Thy wounds, Immanuel, all forbid 

That I should seek my pleasure there. 



2 It was the sight of Thy dear cross 

First weaned my soul from earthly tilings ; 
And taught me to esteem as dross 

The mirth of fools and pomp of kings. 

3 1 want that grace that springs from Thee, 

That quickens all things where it flows, 
And makes a wretched thorn like me, 
JJloom as the myrtle or the rose. 



CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE. 179 

For sure, of all the plants that share 

The notice of thy Father's eye, 
None proves less grateful to His care, 

Or yields Him meaner fruit than I. 

COWPER. 



1 



184. C. M. 

^HEN any turn from Zion's way, 

(Alas ! what numbers do !) 

Methinks I hear my Saviour say, 

" Wilt thou forsake me too ?" 



2 Ah ! Lord ! with such a heart as mine. 

Unless Thou hold me fast, 
I feel I must, I shall decline, 
. And prove like them at last. 

3 Yet Thou alone hast power, I know, 

To save a wretch like me : 
To whom or whither could I go, 
If I should turn from Thee ? 



4 Beyond a doubt I rest assured 

Thou art the Christ of God ; 
Who hast eternal life secured 
By promise and by blood. 

5 No voice but Thine can give me rest, 

And bid my fears depart ; 
No love but Thine can make me blest, 
And satisfy my heart. 



180 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

G What anguish has this question stirred, 
If I will also go ? 
Yet, Lord, relying on Thy word, 
I humbly answer, no ! 

Newton 



185. CM. 

YU ITH joy we meditate the grace 
? T Of our High Priest above ; 
His heart is made of tenderness, 
His bowels melt with love. 



2 Touched with a sympathy within. 

He knows our feeble frame ; 
He knows what sore temptations lac^n. 
For He hath felt the same. 

3 He in the days of feeble flesh, 

Poured out strong cries and tear* 
And in His measure feels afresh, 
What every member bears. 

4 He'll never quench the smoking ilax 

But raise it to a flame ; 
The bruised reed He never breaks, 
Nor scorns the meanest name. 

5 Then let our humble faith address 

His mercy and His power ; 
We shall obtain delivering grace 
In the distressing hour. 

Watts 



CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE. 18] 



186. a M. 

HOW vain are all things here below, 
How false, and yet how fair ! 
Each pleasure hath its poison too, 
And every sweet a snare. 

2 The brightest things below the sky- 

Give but a flatt'ring light ; 

We should suspect some danger nigh, 
Where we possess delight. 

3 Our dearest joys and nearest friends, 

The partners of our blood, 
How they divide our wav'ring minds, 
And leave but half for God ! 

4 The fondness of a creature's love, 

How strong it strikes the sense ! 
Thither the warm affections move, 
Xor can we call them thence. 

5 Dear Saviour, let Thy beauties be 

My soul's eternal food ; 
And grace command my heart away 
From all created good. 

Watts 



187. L, M 

BROAD is the road that leads -to death, 
And thousands walk together there ; 
But wisdom shows a narrow path, 
With here and there a traveller. 



182 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

2 " Deny thyself, and take thy cross," 

Is the Redeemer's great command ; 
Nature must count her gold but dross, 
If she would gain this heavenly land. 

3 The fearful soul that tires and faints, 

And walks the ways of God no more, 
Is but esteemed almost a saint, 

And makes his own destruction sure, 

4 Lord, let not all my hopes be vain ; 

Create my heart entirely new ; 
Which hypocrites could ne'er attain, 
Which false apostates never knew. 

Watts. 



188. IV. 2. 

4 DEBTOR to mercy alone, 
XX Of covenant mercy I sing, 

Nor fear, with Thy righteousness on, 
My person and off' rings to bring ; 
The terrors of law and of God, 

With me can have nothing to do, 
My Saviour's obedience and blood 
Hide all my transgressions from view. 

2 The work which J lis goodness began, 

The arm <>f His strength will complete, 
His promise is yea and amen, 

And never was forfeited yet; 
Things future, or things that are now, 

Not .^H tilings below or above, 
Can make Him His purpose foregoj 

Or sever my sou! from His love 



CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE. 183 

My name from the palms of His bands, 

Eternity will not erase ; 
Impressed on His heart it remains. 

In marks of indelible grace ; 
Yes, I to the end shall endure, 

As sure as the earnest is given, 
More happy, but not more secure, 

The glorified spirits in heaven, 

TOPLADY. 



189. S. M. 

COMMIT thou all thy griefs 
V And ways into His hands, 
To His sure trust and tender care, 
Who earth and heaven commands : 

2 Who 'points the clouds their course, 

Whom winds and seas obey ; 
He shall direct thy wandering feet, 
He shall prepare thy way. 

3 Thou on the Lord rely, 

So safe shalt thou go on ; 
Fix on His work thy steadfast eye, 
So shall thy work be done. 

4 No profit canst thou gain 

By self-consuming care; 
To Him commend thy cause, His ear 
Attends thy feeblest prayer. 

5 Father, Thy knowledge deep 

And high — Thy ceaseless love — 
Sees all Thy children's wants, and knows 
What best for each will prove. 

Wesley. 



184 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 



190. C. M. 

OH! that I knew the secret place 
Where I might find my God ! 
I'd spread my wants before His face, 
And pour my woes abroad. 

2 I'd tell Him how my sins arise, 

What sorrows I sustain; 
How grace decays and comfort dies, 
And leaves my heart in pain. 

3 He knows what arguments I'd take 

To wrestle with my God; 
I'd plead for His own mercy's sake, 
And for my Saviour's blood. 

4 Arise, my soul, from deep distress, 

And banish every fear ; 
He calls me to His throne of grace, 
To spread my sorrows there. 



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191. L. M. 

Y hope, my all, my Saviour Thou ! 

To Thee, lo ! now my soul I bow ; 
I feel the bliss Thy wounds impart, 
I find Thee, Saviour, in my heart. 



2 Be Thou my strength, be Thou my way, 
Protect me ttrough my life's short day; 
In all my acts may wisdom guide, 
And keep me, Saviour, near Thy side. 



CHRISTIAN EXPEDIENCE. 185 

3 Correct, reprove, and comfort me ; 
As I have need, my Saviour be ; 
And if I would from Thee depart, 
Then clasp me, Saviour, to Thy heart. 

4 In fierce temptation's darkest hour, 
Save me from sin and Satan's power ; 
Tear every idol from Thy throne, 
And reign, my Saviour, reign alone. 

5 My suffering time shall soon be o'er, 
Then shall I sigh and weep no more ; 
My ransomed soul shall soar away, 
To sing Thy praise in endless day. 

Wesley 



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192. L. M. 

ASKED the Lord that 1 might grow 
In' faith, and love, and ev'ry grace ; 

Might more of His salvation know, 
And seek more earnestly His face. 



2 'Twas He who taught me thus to pray, 

And He, I trust, has answered prayer ! 
But it has been in such a way, 
As almost drove me to despair. 

3 I hoped that in some favored hour, 

At once He'd answer my request, 

And by His love's constraining power 

Subdue my sins and give me rest. 

4 Instead of this He made me feel 

The hidden evils of my heart; 

And let the angry powers of hell 

Assault my soul in ev'ry part. 



186 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

5 Yea, more, with His own hand He seemed 

Intent to aggravate my woe ; 
Crossed all the fair designs I schemed, 
Blasted my hopes and laid me low. 

6 Lord, why is this? I trembling cried; 

Wilt Thou pursue Thy worm to death ? 
u, Tis in this way," the Lord replied, 
u I answer prayer for grace and faith. 

7 " These inward trials I employ, 

From self and pride to set thee free ; 
And break thy schemes of earthly joy, 
That thou may'st seek thy all in me." 

Newton. 



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193. I*. M. 

SEND the joys of earth away ; 

Away, ye tempters of the mind ; 
False as the smooth, deceitful sea, 

And empty as the whistling wind. 



2 Your streams were floating me along, 

Down to the gulf of black despair : 
And whilst I listened to your song, 

Your streams had e'en conveyed me there. 

3 Lord, T adore Thy matchless grace, 

That warned me of that, dark abyss, 
That drew me from those treacherous seas, 
And hade; me seek superior bli^s. 



CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE. 187 

Now, to the shining realms above, 

I stretch my hands, and glance my eyes ; 

Oh ! for the pinions of a dove, 
To bear me to the upper skies. 

Watts. 



194=. L. M. 

JESUS, my all, to heaven is gone ; 
He whom I fix my hopes upon ; 
His track I see, and I'll pursue 
The narrow way till Him I view. 

2 The way the holy prophets went, 
The road that leads from banishment ; 
The King's highway of holiness 

I'll go, for all His paths are peace. 

3 This is the way I long have sought, 
And mourned because I found it not ; 
My grief my burden long has been, 
Because I could not cease from sin. 



4 The more I strove against its power, 
I felt its weight and guilt the more ; 
Till late I heard my Saviour say, 

" Come hither, soul, I ara the way." 

5 Lo ! glad I come ; and Thou, blessed Lamb, 
Shall take me to Thee, whose I am ; 
Nothing but sin have I to give, 
Nothing but love shall I receive. 

CSNKIOK. 



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195. L.M. 

O let our lips and lives express 
The holy Gospel we profess ; 
So let our works and virtues shine, 
To prove the doctrine all divine. 



2 Thus shall we best proclaim abroad 
The honors of our Saviour God ; 
When His salvation reigns within, 
And grace subdues the power of sin. 

3 Our flesh and sense must be denied ; 
Passion and envy, lust and pride ; 
While justice, temperance, and love, 
Our inward piety approve. 

4 Religion bears our spirits up, 
While we expect that blessed hope, 
The bright appearance of the Lord, 
And faith stands leaning on His word. 

Watts. 



196. C. M. 

I^ROM pole to pole let others roam, 
. And search in vain for bliss ; 
My soul is satisfied at home, 
The Lord my portion is. 

2 Jesus, who, on His glorious throne, 
Rules heaven, and earth, and sea, 
Is pleased to claim me for His own, 
And give Himself to me. 



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CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE. 189 

3 His person fixes all my love, 

His blood removes my fear ; 
And while He pleads for me above 
His arm preserves me here. 

4 His word of promise is my food, 

His Spirit is my guide ; 
Thus daily is my strength renewed, 
And all my wants supplied. 

5 For Him I count as gain each loss ; 

Disgrace, for Him, renown ; 
Well may I glory in my cross, 
While He prepares my crown. 

Newton. 



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197. 

Love to Christ. 

not I love Thee, O my Lord ? 

Behold my heart, and see ; 
And turn each hateful idol out, 

That dares to rival Thee. 



CM. 



2 Do not I love Thee, from my soul ? 
Then let me nothing love : 
Dead be my heart to every joy 
Which Thou dost not approve. 



3 Is not Thy name melodious still 
To mine attentive ear ? 
Doth not each pulse with pleasure beat, 
My Saviour's voice to hear. 



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4 Hast Thou a lamb in all Thy flock, 

I would disdain to feed ? 
Hast Thou a foe before whose face 
I fear Thy cause to plead ? 

5 Would not my heart pour forth its blood, 

In honor of Thy name, 
And challenge the cold hand of death, 
To damp th' immortal flame ? 

6 Thou knowest I love Thee, dearest Lord, 

But oh ! I long to soar 
Far from the sphere of mortal joys, 
That I may love Thee more. 

Doddridge. 



198. IV. 2. 

HOW tedious and tasteless the hours, 
When Jesus no longer I see ; 
Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet 
flowers 
Have all lost their sweetness for me ; 
The midsummer sun shines but dim, 

The fields strive in vain to look gay ; 
But when I am happy in Him, 
December's as pleasant as May. 

2 His name yields the richest perfume, 

And sweeter than music His voice ; 
His presence disperses my gloom, 

And makes all within me rejoice. 
I should, were He always thus nigh, 

Have nothing to wish or to fear; 
No mortal so happy as I, 

My summer would last all the year. 



CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE. 191 

Content with beholding His face, 

My all to His pleasure resigned, 
Xo changes of season or place 

Would make any change in my mind : 
While blessed with a sense of His love, 

A palace a toy would appear ; 
And prisons would palaces prove, 

If Jesus would dwell with me there. 



Dear Lord, if indeed I am Thine, 

If Thou art my sun and my song, 
Say why do I languish and pine, 

And why are my winters so long ? 
Oh ! drive these dark clouds from my sky, 

Thy soul-cheering presence restore ; 
Or take me up to Thee on high, 

Where winter and clouds are no more. 

Newton. 



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199. III. 5. 

MY soul, what means this sadness ? 
Wherefore art thou thus cast down ? 
Let thy grief be turned to gladness ; 
Bid thy restless fears begone ; 

Look to Jesus, 
And rejoice in His dear name. 

What though Satan's strong temptations 

Vex and grieve thee day by day ; 
And thy sinful inclinations 
Often fill thee with dismay: 
Thou shalt conquer, 
Through the Lamb's redeeming blood. 



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3 Though ten thousand ills beset thee, 

From without and from within, 

Jesus saith He'll ne'er forget thee, 

But will save from hell and sin : 

He is faithful 
To perform His gracious word. 

4 Though distresses now attend thee, 

And thou tread'st the thorny road ; 
His right hand shall still defend thee — 
Soon He'll bring thee home to God ! 

Therefore praise Him — 
Praise the great Redeemer's name. 

5 Oh ! that I could now adore Him, 

Like the heavenly host above, 
Who forever bow before Him, 
And unceasing sing His love ! 

Happy songsters ! 
When shall I your chorus join ? 

Fawcett. 



200. C. M, 

I ND can mv heart aspire so high 
V To say, " My Father, God ?» 
Lord, at Thy feet I fain would lie, 
And learn to kiss the rod. 



2 I would submit to all Thy will, 
For Thou art good and wise; 
Let ev'ry anxious thought be still, 
And not a murmur rise. 



CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE. 193 

Thy love can cheer the darksome gloom, 

And bid me wait serene, 
Till hopes and joys immortal bloom, 

And heighten all the scene. 

" My Father," oh ! permit my heart 

To plead its humble claim, 
And ask the bliss those words impart, 

In my Redeemer's name. 

Steele, 



201. C M. 

LORD, I believe a rest remains 
To all Thy people known ; 
A rest where pure enjoyment reigns, 
And Thou art loved alone : 

2 A rest, where all our soul's desire 

Is fixed on things above, 
Where fear, and sin, and grief expire, 
Cast out by perfect love. 

3 Oh ! that I now the rest might know, 

Believe and enter in ! 
Now, Saviour, now the power bestow, 
And let me cease from sin ! 



4 Remove this hardness from my heart, 
This unbelief remove : 
To me the rest of faith impart, 
The Sabbath of Thy love. 
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194 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

5 I would be Thine, Thou know'st I would, 

And have Thee all my own ; 
Thee, O my all sufficient good ! 
I want, and Thee alone. 

6 Thy name to me, Thy nature grant ! 

This, only this, be given : 
Nothing besides my God I want ; 
Nothing in earth or heaven. 

V Come, O my Saviour ! come away, 
Into my soul descend ; 
No longer from Thy creature stay, 
My author and my end. 

8 The bliss Thou hast for me prepared, 
No longer be delayed, 
Come, my exceeding great reward, 
For whom I first was made. 



9 Come, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
And seal me Thine abode ; 
Let all I am in Thee be lost ; 
Let all be lost in God. 



Wesley. 



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202. C M. 

Y soul would fain indulge a hope 

To reaeh the heavenly shore; 
And when I drop iliis dying flesh, 
Then I shall sin no more. 



CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE. 195 

2 I hope to hear and join the song 

That saints and angels raise ; 
And while eternal ages roll, 
To sing eternal praise. 

3 But oh ! this dreadful heart of sin ! 

It may deceive me still ; 
And while I look for joys above, 
May plunge me down to hell. 

4 The scene must then forever close, 

Probation at an end ; 
No gospel grace can reach me there, 
No pardon there descend. 

5 Come, then, O blessed Jesus ! come ; 

To me Thy Spirit give ; 
Shine through a dark, benighted soul, 
And bid a sinner live. 



203. III. 3L 

Recovery from Backsliding. 

DEPTH of mercy, can there be 
Mercy still reserved for me ? 
Can my God His wrath forbear ? 
Me, the chief of sinners, spare ? 

2 I have long withstood His grace, 
Long provoked Him to His face ; 
Would not hearken to His calls, 
Grieved Him bv a thousand falls. 



196 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

3 Kindled His relentings are, 
Me He now delights to spare ; 
Cries, " How shall I give thee up ?" 
Lets the lifted thunder drop. 

4 There for me the Saviour stands, 
Shows His wounds, and spreads His hands : 
God is love ! I know, I feel, 

Jesus weeps and loves me still. 

5 Jesus, answer from above — 
Justice lingers into love ; 

Wilt Thou then the wrong forget ? 
Suffer me to kiss Thy feet? 

C Now incline me to repent ! 
Let me now my fall lament ! 
Now my foul revolt d eplore, 
Weep, believe, and sin no more. 

"Wesley. 



204. IV. 3. 

OTHOU, in whose presence my soul takes 
delight, 
On whom in affliction I call ; 
My comfort by day, and my song *in the 

fright* 

My hope, my salvation, my all : 

2 Where dost thou at noontide resort with Thy 
sheep, 
To feed on the pastures of love ? 
Say why in the valley of death should I weep, 
Or alone in the wilderness rove ? 



CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE. 197 

3 Oh ! why should I wander an alien from Thee, 
Or cry in the desert for bread ? 
Thy foes will rejoice when my sorrows they 
see, 
And smile at the tears I have shed. 



4 Ye daughters of Zion, declare, have you seen 
The star that on Israel shone ? 
Say if in your tents my beloved has been, 
And where with His flock He has gone ? 



This is my beloved, His form is divine, 
His vestments shed odors around, 

The locks on His head are as grapes on the 
vine, 
When autumn with plenty is crowned. 



6 His voice as the sound of the dulcimer sweet 
Is heard through the shadow of death ; 
The cedars of Lebanon bow at His feet, 
The air is perfumed with His breath. 



His lips as a fountain of righteousness flow, 
That waters the gardens of grace, 

From which their salvation the Gentiles may 
know, 
And bask in the smiles of His face. 



8 He looks, and ten thousands of angels rejoice, 
And myriads wait for His word : 
He speaks, and eternity, filled with His voice, 
Reechoes the praise of the Lord. 



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205. III. 3. 

SWEET the moments, rich in blessing, 
Which before the cross I spend ; 
Life, and health, and peace possessing, 
From the sinner's dying Friend. 

2 Love and grief my heart dividing, 
With my tears His feet I'll bathe ; 
Constant still in faith abiding, 
Life deriving from His death. 



Here I'll sit forever viewing 

Mercy's streams, in streams of blood ; 
Precious drops my soul bedewing, 

Plead and claim my peace with God. 



4 Lord, in ceaseless contemplation, 

Fix my heart and eyes on Thine, 
Till I taste Thy whole salvation, 
Where unveiled Thy glories shine. 

5 Here it is I find my heaven, 

While upon the Lamb I gaze ; 
Here I see my sins forgiven* 

Lost in wonder, love, and praise. 

C May I still enjoy this feeling, 
In all need to Jesus go ; 
Prove His blood each day more healing, 
And Himself more deeply know. 



CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE. 199 



206. 

HEAD of the hosts in glory ! 
We joyfully adore Thee, 
Thy church below, 
Blending with those on high — 
Where through the azure sky 
Thy saints in ecstacy 
Forever glow ! 

2 Angels ! archangels ! glorious 
Guards of the church victorious ! 

Worship the Lamb ! 
Crown Him with crowns of light, 
One of the Three by right — 
Love, Majesty, and Might — 

The great I AM ! 

3 Martyrs ! whose mystic legions 
March o'er yon heavenly regions 

In triumph round : 
Wave high your banners, wave ! 
Your God, our Saviour, clave 
For Death itself a grave, — 

In hell profound ! 

4 Saints ! in fair circles casting 
Rich trophies everlasting 

At Jesus' feet, 
Amidst our rude alarms, 
We stretch forth suppliant arms, 
That we, too, safe from harms, 

In heaven may meet ! 



200 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

5 Then raise the song of gladness, 
To dissipate our sadness, 

And dry our tears ; 
We wind our weary way 
Up to the realms of day, 
And watch and wait and pray, 

Through hopes and fears ! 

C Saviour, in glory beaming, 

With radiance brightly streaming, 

Enthroned in power, 
Grant, by Thy awful name, 
That w r e through flood and flame 
The Gospel may proclaim, 
Till life's last hour. 

Bkydges. 



SAXCTIFICATION. 201 



IX. SAXCTIFICATION. 



207. I* M. 

OGOD ! most merciful and true, 
Thy nature to my soul impart ; 
"Stablish with me the covenant new, 
And stamp Thine image on my heart. 

2 To real holiness restored, 

Oh ! let me gain my Saviour's mind, 
And in the knowledge of my Lord, 
Fullness of life eternal find. 

3 Remember, Lord, my sins no more, 

That them I may no more forget ; 
But, sunk in guiltless shame, adore 
With speechless wonder at Thy feet. 

4 O'erwhelmed with Thy stupendous grace 

I shall not in Thy presence move, 
But breathe unutterable praise, 

And rapturous awe, and silent love. 

5 Then every murmuring thought and vain 

Expires, in sweet confusion lost ; 
I can not of my cross complain, 
I can not of my goodness boa^t. 
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202 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

6 Pardoned for all that I have done, 
My mouth as in the dust I hide ; 
And glory give to God alone, 
My God forever pacified. 



Wesley. 



208. L. M, 

JESUS, Thy heavenly grace impart, 
And fix my frail, inconstant heart, 
That so my chief desire may be 
To dedicate myself to Thee. 

2 What e'er pursuits my time employ, 
Grant that this thought may give me joy : 
Thou, Lord, hast apprehended me, 

And turned my wayward heart to Thee. 

3 Renouncing every worldly thing, 
Beneath the covert of Thy wing, 
May this my constant feeling be, 
That all I want I find in Thee. 



209. CM. 



I^OREVER here my rest shall be, 
Close to Thy bleeding side ; 
This all my hope, and all my plea, 
For me the Saviour died. 



SANCTIFICATION. 203 

2 My dying Saviour and my God, 

Fountain for guilt and sin. 
Sprinkle me ever with Thy blood, 
And cleanse, and keep me clean. 

3 Wash me, and make me thus Thine own ; 

Wash me, and mine Thou art : 

Wash me, but not my feet alone, 

My hands, my head, my heart. 

I Th' atonement of Thy blood apply, 
Till faith to sight improve : 
Till hope in full fruition die, 
And all my soul be love. 

Wesley. 



210. C M. 

OH ! for a heart to praise my God, 
A heart from sin set free ! 
A heart that always feels Thy blood 
So freely shed for me. 

2 A heart resigned, submissive, meek, 

My great Redeemer's throne ; 
Where only Christ is heard to speak, 
Where Jesus reigns alone. 

3 An humble, lowly, contrite heart, 

Believing, true, and clean ! 
Which neither life nor death can part 
From Him that dwells within. 



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4 A heart in every thought renewed, 

And full of love divine ; 
Perfect, and right, and pure, and good — 
A copy, Lord, of Thine. 

5 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart ; 

Come quickly from above ; 
Write Thy new name upon my heart, 
Thy new, best name of Love. 

Wesley 



211. L. M. 

JESUS ! let Thy dying cry 
Pierce to the bottom of my heart ; 
Its evils cure, its wants supply, 
And bid my unbelief depart ! 

2 Slay the dire root and seed of sin ; 

Prepare for Thee the holiest place ; 
Then, O essential Love ! come in, 

And fill Thy house with endless praise. 

3 Let me, according to Thy word, 

A tender, contrite heart receive 4 . 
Which grieves at having grieved h s Lord, 
And never can itself forgive : 

4 A heart Thy joys and griefs to Peel, 

A heart that can not faithless prove ; 

A heart where Christ alone may dwell, 

All praise, all meekness, and all love. 

Weslet 



SAXCTIFICATION. 205 



212. L. M. 



HOW blest the state of saints above, 
Perfect in righteousness and love, 
Where all is purity and peace, 
And holy joys Avhich never cease ! 



2 There reigns the Lord whom we adore, 
Glorious in holiness and power, 
Arrayed in majesty so bright, 
No mortal eye could bear the sight. 



3 Know, O my soul ! that blissful scene 
Can ne'er admit a mind unclean : 
None but the holy shall appear, 
And see the Lord in comfort there. 



4 Our Saviour, by a heavenly birth, 
Calls us to holiness on earth ; 
Bids us from paths of sin to fry, 
And seek the joys above the sky. 

5 We must have holy hearts and hands, 
And feet that go where He commands ; 
A holy will to keep His ways, 

And holy lips to speak His praise. 



6 Then let our first, our chief pursuit 
Be holiness, in all its fruit ; 
Oh ! seek it in the Saviour's grace, 
And thus prepare to see His face. 

HUR.N 



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213. L. M. 

HOLY Lord God, I love Thy truth, 
Nor dare Thy least commandment slight ; 
Yet pierced by sin, the serpent's tooth, 
I mourn the anguish of the bite. 

2 But though the poison lurks within, 

Hope bids me still with patience wait, 
Till death shall set me free from sin, 
Free from the thing I so much hate. 

3 Had I a throne above the rest, 

Where angels and archangels dwell, 
One sin unslain within my breast, 

Would make that heaven as dark as hell. 

4 The prisoner sent to breathe fresh air, 

And blessed with liberty again, 
Would mourn, were he condemned to wear 
One link of all his former chain. 

5 But oh ! no foe invades the bliss, 

When glory crowns the Christian's head ; 
One view of Jesus as he is, 

Will strike all sin forever dead. 

Cowper. 



214.. II. 3. 

rrUIOIT hidden love of God, whose height, 

.1. Whose depths, un fathomed, no man knows; 

T see from far Thy beauteous light, 
And inly sigh for Thy repose : 

My heart is pained, nor can it be 

At rest, till it find rest in Thee. 



SANCTIFIOATION. 207 

Is there a thing beneath the sun, 

That strives with Thee my heart to share ? 
Ah ! tear it thence, and reign alone, 

The Lord of every motion there. 
Then shall my heart from earth be free 
When it has found its all in Thee. 



Oh ! crucify this self, that I 

No more, but Christ in me may live ; 
Bid all my vile affections die, 

Nor let one hateful lust survive ; 
In all things nothing may I see, 
Or aught desire or seek but Thee. 



Lord, draw my heart from earth away, 
And make it only know Thy call ; 

Speak to my inmost soul, and say, 
I am Thy own, Thy God, Thine all ; 

Oh ! dwell in me, fill all my soul, 

And all my powers by grace control. 

Wesley. 



215. III. a 

LOVE Divine, all love excelling, 
Joy of heaven, to earth come down ; 
Fix in us Thy humble dwelling, 

All Thy faithful mercies crown. 
Jesus, Thou art all compassion, 

Pure, unbounded love Thou art ; 
Visit us with Thy salvation, 
Enter every longing heart. 



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Breathe, oh ! breathe Thy loving spirit 

Into every troubled breast ! 
Let us all in Thee inherit, 

Let us find Thy promised rest. 
Thee we would be always blessing, 

Serve Thee as Thine host above ; 
Pray, and praise Thee without ceasing, 

Glory in Thy boundless love. 

Finish, then, Thy new creation ; 

Pure, unspotted, may we be ; 
Let us see our whole salvation, 

Perfectly secured in Thee. 
Change from glory unto glory, 

Till in heaven we take our place ; 
Till we cast our crowns before Thee, 

Lost in wonder, love, and praise. 

Wbubfielq 



216. II. 3. 

WEARY of wandering from my God, 
And now made willing to return, 
I hear, and bow me to the rod : 

Yet not in hopeless grief I mourn ; 
I have an Advocate above, 
A Friend before the throne of love. 

2 Jesus! full of truth and grace, 
More full of grace than I of sin, 
Yet once again I seek Thy face; 

Open Thine arms and take me in ! 
O Lord ! my sore backslidings heal, 
And :ill thy quenchless love reveal. 



SANCTIFICATIOX. 209 

Thou know'st my bands of sin to break, 

My fallen spirit to restore ; 
Oh ! for Thy truth and mercy's sake, 

Forgive, and bid me sin no more : 
The ruins of my soul repair, 
And make my heart a house of prayer. 

Wesley 



217. III. 1. 

"TI7HEX, my Saviour, shall I be 
T T Perfectly resigned to Thee ? 
Poor and vile in my own eyes, 
Only in Thy wisdom wise ? 

2 Only Thee content to know, 
Ignorant of all below ? 
Only guided by Thy light ? 
Only mighty in Thy might ? 

3 Fully in my life express 
All the heights of holiness ; 
Sweetly let my spirit prove 
All the depths of humble love. 



Wesley. 



218. III. 2. 

CENTRE of our hopes Thou art, 
End of our enlarged desires ; 
Stamp Thine image on our heart, 
Fill us now with heavenly fires; 
Joined to Thee by love divine, 
Seal our souls forever Thine. 



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2 All our works in Thee be wrought — 

Leveled at one common aim ; 
Every word and every thought 

Purge in the refining liame ; 
Lead us through the paths of peace, 
On to perfect holiness. 

3 Let us altogether rise 

To Thy glorious life restored ; 
Here regain our Paradise, 

Here prepare to meet our Lord; 
Here enjoy the earnest given ; 
Travel hand in hand to heaven. 

Wesley. 



219. C. M. 

LORD, fix a principle within 
Of jealous godly fear, 
A sensibility to sin, 

A pain to feel it near ; 
I want the first approach to feel, 

Of pride or fond desire, 
To catch the wandering of my will, 
And quench the kindling lire. 

2 That I from Thee no more may part, 

No more Thy Spirit grieve, 
The iilial awe, the fleshy heart, 

The tender conscience give ; 
Quick as the apple of an eye, 

O God ! my conscience make ; 
Awake my soul when sin is nigh, 

And keep it still awake. 



SANCTIFICATION. 211 

If to the right or left I stray, 

That moment, Lord, reprove, 
And bring me back into the way 

From which I dared to move ; 
Oh ! may the least omission pain 

My well-instructed soul, 
And drive me to that blood again 

Which makes the wounded whole. 



220. L. M. 

JESUS, Thy boundless love to me 
No thought can reach, no tongue declare ; 
Oh ! knit my thankful heart to Thee, 

And reign without a rival there : 
Thine, wholly Thine, alone I am, 
Be Thou alone my constant flame. 

2 Oh ! grant that nothing in my soul 

May dwell, but Thy pure love alone ; 
Oh ! may Thy love possess me whole, 

My joy, my treasure, and my crown : 
Strange flames far from my heart remove, 
My every act, word, thought, be love. 

3 Unwearied may I this pursue ; 

Dauntless to the high prize aspire ; 
Hourly within my soul renew 

This holy flame, this heavenly fire : 
And day and night, be all my care 
To guard the sacred treasure there. 

4 In suffering be Thy love my peace ; 

In weakness be Thy love my power ; 
And when the storm of life shall cease, 

Jesus, in that important hour, 
In death, as life, be Thou my guide, 
And save me, who for me hast died. 

Wesley. 



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X. MISSIONS. 



221. L. M. 

YE Christian heralds, go proclaim 
Salvation in Immanuel's name ; 
To distant climes the tidings bear, 
And plant the rose of Sharon there. 

2 He'll shield you with a wall of fire, 
With holy zeal your hearts inspire ; 
Bid raging winds their fury cease, 
And calm the savage breast to peace. 

3 And when our labors all are o'er, 
Then shall we meet to part no more ; 
Meet with the blood-bought throng to fall, 
And crown our Jesus Lord of all. 



222. 



WATCHMEN, onward to your stations, 
Blow the trumpet long and loud ; 
Preach the Gospel to the nations, 

Speak to every gathering crowd. 
See the day is breaking, 
See the saints awaking, 

No more in sadness bowed. 



MISSIONS. 213 

Watchmen, hail the rising glory, 
Of the great Messiah's reign ; 

Tell the Saviour's bleeding story, 
Tell it to the list'ning train. 

See His love revealing, 

See the Spirit sealing : 
'Tis life among the slain. 

Watchmen, as the clouds are flying, 

As the doves in haste return ; 
Thousands from amid the dying, 

Flee to Christ His love to learn. 
All their sighs and sadness 
Turn to joy and gladness, 

When they His grace discern. 



223. C. M. 

OH ! may the great Redeemer's name 
Through every clime be known; 
And heathen gods forsaken fall, 
And Jesus reign alone. 

2 Heralds of peace, we come, we come, 

On love's swift wings we fly ; 
Ye dead in sin, oh ! live — ye dumb, 
In hallelujahs cry. 

3 From sea to sea, from shore to shore, 

May Jesus be adored ; 
And earth with all her millions shout, 
Hosanna to the Lord. 



224r. C. M. 

THE Son of God is gone to war, 
A kingly crown to gain ; 
His blood-red banner streams afar : 
Who follows in His train ? 



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2 Who best can drink His cup of woe, 

And triumph over pain ; 
Who boldest bears His cross below, 
He follows in His train. 

3 A glorious band the chosen few, 

On whom the Spirit came ; 
Twelve warrior-saints, the truth they knew, 
And braved the cross and flame. 

4 They climbed the dizzy steep of heaven, 

Through peril, toil, and flame ; 
O God ! to us may grace be given 

To follow in His train. Hebki;. 



225. III. L 

HASTEN, Lord, the glorious time, 
When beneath Messiah's sway, 
Every nation every clime, 
Shall the Gospel call obey. 

2 Might est kings His power shall own, 

Heathen tribes His name adore ; 
Satan and his hosts o'erthrown, 

Bound in chains, shall hurt no more. 

3 Then shall wars and tumults cease, 

Then be banished grief and pain ; 
Righteousness, and joy, and peace, 
Undisturbed shall ever reign. 

4 Bless we then our gracious Lord, 

Ever praise His glorious name! 
All I lis mighty acts record, 

All His wondrous love proclaim. 

Lyth. 



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226. III. 5. 

SONGS anew of honor framing, 
Sing ye to the Lord alone, 
All His wondrous works proclaiming, 
Jesus wondrous works hath done. 

Glorious victory 
His right hand and arm hath won. 

2 Now He bids His great salvation 

Through the heathen lands be told : 
Tidings spread through every nation, 
And His acts of grace unfold ! 

All the heathen 
Shall His righteousness behold. 



227. III. 5. 

■ / r HO can tell what notes of sadness 



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From the hills and valleys rise, 
Where no messages of gladness 
Echo from the bending skies ? 

Where in darkness, 
Without hope, the sinner dies ? 

2 Oh ! how desolate the dwelling, 

"Where our God is not revered ; 
Where no song of praise is swelling, 
Nor the voice of prayer is heard ; 

Where religion's 
Cheering rays have disappeared. 

3 Where the seeds of sin are growing, 

And the paths of folly lie, 
Where the streams of death are flowing. 
With destruction ever nigh, 

Bid the Gospel 
Wave its glorious banners high. 



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228. L. M. 

ARM of the Lord, awake, awake ! 
Put on Thy strength ! the nations shake ! 
And let the world adoring see, 
Triumphs of mercy wrought by Thee. 

2 Say to the heathen from Thy throne — 
I am Jehovah — God alone ! 

Thy voice their idols shall confound, 
And cast their altars to the ground. 

3 Almighty God ! Thy grace proclaim. 
In every land, of every name ; 

Let Zion's time of favor come ; 

Oh ! bring the tribes of Israel home. 

4 Arm of the Lord, awake, awake ! 

Put on Thy strength ! the nations shake ! 
Let hostile powers before Thee fall, 
And crown the Saviour Lord of all. 

Wesley. 



229. HI 

O'ER the gloomy hills of darkness, 
Look, my soul, be still and gaze ; 
See the promises advancing 
To a glorious day of grace. 

Blessed jubilee, 
Let thy glorious morning dawn. 

2 Let the dark, benighted pagan, 
Let the rude barbarian see 
That divine and glorious conquest, 
Once obtained on Calvary. 

Let, (he Gospel 
Loud resound, from pole to pole. 



MISSIONS. 217 

Kingdoms wide, that sit in darkness, 
Grant them, Lord, the glorious light ; 

Now, from eastern coast to western. 
May the morning chase the night : 

Let Redemption 
Freely purchased win the day. 

Fly abroad, thou mighty Gospel 

Win and conquer — never cease : 
May thy lasting, wide dominions 
Multiply, and still increase : 

Sway Thy sceptre, 
Saviour, all the world around. 

Williams. 



• 230. S.M. 

JESUS, the Conqueror, reigns, 
In glorious strength arrayed ; 
His kingdom over all maintains, 

And bids the earth be glad ! 
Ye sons of men, rejoice 

In Jesus' mighty love ; 
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice, 
To Him who rules above. 

2 Extol His kingly power, 

Kiss the exalted Son, 
Who died, and lives to die no more, 

High on His Father's throne : 
Our Advocate with God, 

He undertakes our cause, 
He spreads through all the earth abroad 

The victory of His cross. 

3 The world can not withstand 

Its ancient Conqueror ; 
The world must sink beneath the hand 
Which arms us for the war : 
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This is the victory, 

Before our faith they fall ; 

Jesus hath died for you and me : 
Believe and conquer all ! 



Wesley. 



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231. III. 1. 

ARK! the song of jubilee, 

Loud as miglity thunders roar ; 
Or the fullness of the sea, 

When it breaks upon the shore. 

Hallelujah! for the Lord 

God Omnipotent shall reign : 
Hallelujah ! let the word 

Echo round the earth and main. 

See Jehovah's banners furled, 

Sheathed His sword : He speaks — 'tis 
done; 
And the kingdoms of this world 

Are the kingdoms of His Son. 

He shall reign from pole to pole, 

With illimitable sway ; 
He shall reign when like a scroll 

Yonder heavens have passed away. 

Then the end: beneath His rod 

Man's last enemy shall fall: 
Hallelujah ! Christ in God, 

God in Christ, is all in all. 

Montgomery, 






232. III. 3. 

IK MIT of those whose dreary dwelling 
J Borders on the shades of death, 

Jesus, now Thy love revealing, 

Scatter every oloud beneath. 



missions. 219 

2 Still we wait for Thine appearing, 

For the joy Thy beams impart, 

Chasing all our doubts, and cheering 

Every meek and contrite heart. 

3 Show Thy power in every nation, 

Oh ! thou Prince of peace and love ! 
Give the knowledge of Salvation, 
Fix our hearts on things above. 

4 By Thine all-sufficient merit, 

Every burdened soul release : 
By the presence of Thy Spirit, 
Guide us into perfect peace. 

Wesley. 

233. III. L 

WATCHMAN ! tell us of the night, 
What its signs of promise are ! 
Traveller ! o'er yon mountain's height 

See that glory-beaming star ! 
Watchman ! does its beauteous ray 

Aught of hope or joy foretell? 
Traveller ! yes ; it brings the day — 
Promised day of Israel ! 

2 Watchman ! tell us of the night ; 

Higher yet that star ascends. 
Traveller! blessedness and light, 

Peace and truth, its course portends. 
Watchman ! will its beams alone 

Gild the spot that gave them birth ? 
Traveller ! ages are its own : 

See, it bursts o'er all the eartn. 



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3 Watchman ! tell us of the night, 
For the morning seems to dawn ; 
Traveller ! darkness takes its flight, 
Doubt and terror are withdrawn. 
Watchman ! let thy wand'ring cease ; 

Haste thee to thy quiet home. 
Traveller ! lo ! the Prince of Peace, 
Lo ! the Son of God is come ! 

Bowaixa 



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XL DEATH. 



234:. S. M. 

AND am I born to die ? 
To lay this body down, 
And must my trembling spirit fly 

Into a world unknown ; 
A land of deepest shade, 

Unpierced by human thought, 
The dreary regions of the dead, 
Where all things are forgot ? 

2 Soon as from earth I go, 

What will become of me? 
Eternal happiness or woe 

Must then my portion be. 
Waked by the trumpet's sound, 

I from my grave shall rise ; 
And see the Judge with glory crowned. 

And see the flaming skies. 

3 How shall I leave my tomb ? 

With triumph or regret ? 
A fearful or a joyful doom, 

A curse or blessing meet ? 
Will angel hands convey 

Their brother to the bar, 
Or devils drag my soul away, 

To meet its sentence there ? 



222 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

4 Who can resolve the doubt 

That tears ray anxious breast ? 
Shall I be with the damned cast out, 

Or numbered with the blest ? 
I must from God be driven, 

Or with my Saviour dwell ; 
Must come at His command to heaven, 
Or else depart to hell. 

"Wesley. 



235. II. 1. 

MY days, my weeks, my months, my years, 
Fly rapid as the whirling spheres 
Around the steady pole : 
Time, like the tide, its motion keeps, 
And I must launch through endless deeps, 
Where endless ages roll. 

2 The grave is near the cradle seen ; 
How swift the moments pass between, 

And whisper as they fly — 
Unthinking man, remember this, 
Thou, midst Thy sublunary bliss, 

Must groan, and gasp, and die ! 

3 My soul, attend the solemn call, 
Thine earthly tent must quickly fall, 

And thou must take thy flight, 
Beyond the vast ethereal blue, 
To sing above as angels do, 

Or sink in endless night. 



DEATH. 223 



236. S. M. 



SAVIOUR-, we wait the day, 
The awful day unknown, 
To quit our house, this tent of clay, 
To lay our bodies down. 

2 Come, and our souls prepare 

For that tremendous day ; 
And fill us now with watchful care, 
And stir us up to pray. 

3 Oh ! may we all insure 

A lot among the blest ; 
And watch a moment to secure 
An everlasting rest. 



237. C EL 

THEE we adore, Eternal ISTame, 
And humbly own to Thee, 
How feeble is our mortal frame, 
What dying worms are we ! 

2 Our wasting lives grow shorter still, 

As months and days increase ; 
And every beating pulse we tell, 
Leaves but the number less. 

3 The year rolls round, and steals away 

The breath that first it gave ; 

Whatever we do, whate'er we be, 

We're travelling to the grave. 

4 Waken, O Lord ! our drowsy sense, 

To walk this dangerous road ; 

And if our souls are hurried hence, 

May they be found with God. 

Watts. 



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238. S. M. 

The House appointed for all Living. 

OW swift the torrent rolls, 
That hastens to the sea ! 
How strong the tide that bears our souls 
On to eternity ! 



2 Our fathers, where are they ? 

With all they called their own, 
Their joys, and griefs, and hopes, and cares, 
And wealth, and honor gone ! 

3 There, where the fathers lie, 

Must all the children dwell ; 
"Nor other hermitage possess, 
But such a gloomy cell. 

4 God of our fathers, hear, 

Thou everlasting Friend ! 
While we, on life's extremest verge, 
Our souls to Thee commend. 

DODDKlDdK. 



230. III. 3. 

PARTING soul! the floods await thee, 
And the billows round thee roar ; 
Yet rejoice — the holy city 
Stands on yon celestial shore. 

2 There are crowns and thrones of glory, 
There the living waters glide ; 
There the' just, in shining raiment 
Standing by [mmanuel's side. 



DEATH. 225 



3 Linger not — the stream is narrow, 
Though its cold, dark waters rise ; 
He who passed the flood before thee, 
Guides thy path to yonder skies. 

Bdmestoh 



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240. IV. 2. 

OW solemn the signal I hear ! 
The summons that calls me away. 
In regions unknown to appear : 

How shall I the summons obey ? 

What scenes in that world shall arise, 

When life's latest sigh shall be fled, 

And darkness has sealed up my eyes, 

And deep in the dust I am laid ? 

No longer the world I can view, 

The scenes which so long I have known ; 
My friends I must bid you adieu, 

For here, I must travel alone : 
Yet here my Redeemer has trod, 

His hallowed footsteps I know ; 
I'll trust for defense to His rod, 

And lean on His staff as I go. 



241. C. M. 

WHY do we mourn departing friends, 
Or shake at death's alarms ? 
'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends, 
To call them to His arms. 
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226 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY 

2 Are we not tending upward too, 

As fast as time can move ? 
Nor should we wish the hours more slow, 
To keep us from our love. 

3 Why should we tremble to convey 

Their bodies to the tomb ? 
There once the flesh of Jesus lay, 
And left a long perfume. 

4 The graves of all His saints He blessed, 

And hallowed every bed ; 
Where should the dying members rest 
But with their dying Head ? 

5 Thence He arose, ascending high, 

And showed our feet the way ! 
Up to the Lord our flesh shall fly, 
At the great rising day. 

6 Then let the last loud trumpet sound, 

And bid our kindred rise : 
Awake, ye nations under ground, 
Ye saints, ascend the skies ! 

Watts. 



242. L. M. 

NOW let our souls, on wings sublime, 
Rise from the vanities of time, 
Draw back the parting veil, and see 
The glories of eternity. 

2 l>orn by a new celestial birth, 

Why should we grovel here on earth? 
Why grasp at transitory toys, 
So near to heaven's eternal joys? 



DEATH. 227 

3 Shall aught beguile us on the road, 
"When we are walking back to God ? 
For strangers, into life we come, 
And dying is but ^oin^home. 

4 Welcome, sweet hour of full discharge, 
That sets our longing souls at large ; 
Unbinds our chains, breaks up our cell, 
And gives us with our God to dwell. 

5 To dwell with God, to fee) His love. 
Is the full heaven enjoyed above ; 
And the sweet expectation now, 

Is the young dawn of heaven below. 

Gibbons 



243. CM. 

4 XD let this feeble body fail, 
JTi. And let it faint and die ; 

My soul shall quit the mournful vale, 

And soar to worlds on high : 
Shall join the disembodied saints, 

And rind its long-sought rest, 
That only bliss for which it pants. 
In the Redeemer's breast. 

2 In hope of that immortal crown, 

I now the cross sustain ; 
And gladly wander up and down, 

And smile at toil and pain : 
I suffer on my threescore years, 

Till my DehVrer come ; 
And wipe away His servant's tears, 

And take His exile home. 



228 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

3 Oh ! what hath Jesus bought for me f 

Before my ravished eyes 
Rivers of life divine I sec. 

And trees of Paradise ! 
I see a world of spirits bright, 

Who taste the pleasures there; 
They all are robed in spotless white, 

And conq'ring palms they bear. 

4 Oh ! what are all my sufferings here, 

If, Lord, Thou count me meet 
With that enraptured host t' appear, 

And worship at Thy feet ? 
Give joy or grief, give ease or pain, 

Take life or friends away ; 
But let me find them all again 

In that eternal day. 



Wesley. 



244,. L. M. 

OHRINKING from the cold hand of death, 
U I soon shall gather up my feet ; 
Shall soon resign this fleeting breath, 
And die, my fathers' God to meet. 

2 Numbered among Thy people, I 

Expect with joy Thy face to see ; 
Because Thou didst for sinners die ; 
Jesus, in death remember mc 

3 Oh! that without a lingering groan, 

I may Thy welcome word receive ! 
My body with my charge lay down, 
And cease at once to work and live. 



DEATH. 220 

Walk with me through the dreadful shade. 
And, -certified that Thou art mine, 

My spirit, calm and undismayed, 
I shall into Thv hands resign. 



No anxious doubt, no guilty gloom, 

Shall damp whom Jesus' presence cheers ; 

My light, my life, my God is come, 
And glory in His face appears ! 

Wesley. 



245. III. 3. 

HAPPY soul, thy days are ended. 
All thy mourning days below; 
Go, by thy angel guards attended, 

To the sight of Jesus go. 
"Waiting to receive thy spirit, 

Lo ! the Saviour stands above, 
Shows the purchase of His merit, 
Reaches out the crown of love. 

2 Struggle through thy latest passion 
To thy great Redeemer's breast ; 
To His uttermost salvation, 

To His everlasting rest. 
For the joy He sets before thee, 

Bear a momentary pain : 
Die to live a life of glory ! 

Suffer, with thy Lord to reign. 

Wesley. 



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246. L. M. 

N" age and feebleness extreme, 

Who shall a sinful worm redeem ? 
'Tis only Jesus by His blood 
Can raise a sinking soul to God. 

Jesus, my only hope Thou art, 
Strength of my failing flesh and heart ; 
Oh ! let me catch one smile from thee, 
And drop into eternity ! 

Wesley. 



247. L. M. 

PASS a few swiftly fleeting years, 
And all that now in bodies live 
Shall quit, like me, this vale of tears, 
Their righteous sentence to receive. 

2 But all, before they hence remove, 

May mansions for themselves prepare, 
In that eternal house above : 

And O my God ! shall I be there ? 

Wesley. 



248. L. M. 

nOW blest the righteous when he dies ! 
When sinks a weary soul to res 
JIow mildly beam the closing eves, 

How gently heaves the expiring breast 

2 So fides a summer's cloud away, 

So sinks the gale w 'lien storms are o'er, 

So gently shuts the eye of day, 

So dies a wave along the shore. 



DEATH. 231 

3 A holy quiet reigns around, 

A calm which life nor death destroys ; 
Nothing disturbs that peace profound, 
Which his unfettered soul enjoys. 

4 Farewell, conflicting hopes and fears, 

Where lights and shades alternate dwell ; 
How bright th' unchanging morn appears : 
Farewell, inconstant world, farewell ! 

5 Life's duty done, as sinks the clay, 

Light from its load the spirit flies ; 
While heaven and earth combine to say, 
" How blest the righteous when he dies." 

"Barbauld. 



249. C. M 

"T^E golden lamps of heaven, farewell, 
X With all your feeble light; 
Farewell, thou ever-changing moon, 
Pale empress of the night ; 

2 And thou, refulgent orb of day, 

In brighter flames arrayed ; 
My soul, that springs beyond thy sphere, 
Xo more demands thy aid. 

3 Ye stars are but the shining dust 

Of my divine abode ; 
The pavement of those heavenly courts, 
Where I shall see my God. 

4 The Father of eternal light 

Shall there His beams display ; 
Nor shall one moment's darkness mix 
With that unvaried day. 



232 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

5 No more the drops of piercing grief 

Shall swell into my eyes ; 
Nor the meridian sun decline 
Amidst those brighter skies. 

6 There all the millions of His saints 

Shall in one song unite, 
And each the bliss of all shall view, 
With infinite delight. 

Doddridge. 



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250. C M. 

N vain my fancy strives to paint 

The moment after death — 
The glories that surround the saint, 

When he resigns his breath. 



2 One gentle sigh his fetter breaks ; 

We scarce can say, " He's gone," 
Before the willing spirit takes 
Her mansion near the throne. 

3 Faith strives, but all its efforts fail 

To trace her heavenward flight ; 
No eye can pierce within the veil 
Which hides that world of light. 

4 Thus much (and this is all) we know — 

They are supremely blest ; 
Have done with sin, and care, and woe, 
And with their Saviour rest. 

5 On harps of gold His name they praise, 

His presence always view : 
And \£wehere their footsteps trace, 

llicre we shall praise Him too. 

Newton. 



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251. C. M. 

THERE is a house not made with hands, 
Eternal and on high ; 
And here my spirit waiting stands, 
TiU God shall bid it fly. 

2 Shortly this prison of my clay 

Must be dissolved, and fall ; 

Then, O my soul ! with joy obey 

Thy heavenly Father's call. 

3 'Tis He, by His almighty grace, 

That forms thee fit for heaven ; 
And, as an earnest of the place, 
Has His own spirit given. 

4 We walk by faith of joys to come, 

Faith lives upon His word ; 

But while the body is our home, 

We're absent from the Lord. 

5 'Tis pleasant to believe Thy grace, 

But we had rather see ; 
We would be absent from the flesh, 
And present, Lord, with Thee. 

Watts. 



252. C M. 

Unity of the Church. 

COME, let us join our friends above, 
Who have obtained the prize ; 
And on the eagle wings of love, 
To joy celestial rise. 

2 Let saints below His praises sing, 
With those to glory gone ; 
For all the servants of our King 
In earth and heaven are one. 



234 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

3 One family, we live in Him, 

One church above, beneath : 
Though now we're parted by the stream, 
The narrow stream of death. 

4 One army of the living God, 

To His commands we bow; 
Part of the host have crossed the flood, 
And part are crossing now. 

5 Ten thousand to their endless home 

This solemn moment fly ; 
And we are to the margin come, 
And soon expect to die. 

6 Dear Saviour, be our constant guide : 

Then, when the word is given, 
Bid the cold waves of death divide, 
And land us safe in heaven. 

Wesley 



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^53. 

T'S this that steals — 
That steals upon my frame? 



Is it death ? 
That soon will quench — 
Will quench this vital flame ? 
Is it death ? 
IT thifl be death, I soon shall be 
From every sin and sorrow free, 
I shall the King of Glory see: 
All is well. 

Weep not, my friends — 
My friends, weep not for me; 

All is well : 
My sins forgiven — 
Forgiven ! I am free ; 
All is well : 



DEATH. 235 

There's not a cloud that doth arise 
To hide my Saviour from my eyes ; 
I soon shall mount the upper skies : 
All is well. 

3 Hark ! hark ! my Lord — 

My Lord and Master's voice 
Calls away ; 
I soon shall see- 
Enjoy my happy choice : 
Why delay? 
Farewell, my friends, adieu, adieu ! 
I can no longer stay with you ; 
The glitt'ring crown appears in view : 
All is well. 

4 Hail! hail! all hail- 

All hail, ye blood-washed throng, 
Saved by grace ! 
I come to join — 
To join your rapturous song. 
Saved by grace : 
All, all is peace and joy divine, 
And heaven and glory now are mine : 
Loud hallelujahs to the Lamb ! 
All is well. 



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25-4. 

The Young Christian's Death* 

GAIX we lift our voice, 
And shout our solemn joy ; 

Cause of highest raptures this, 
Rapture that shall never fail : 

See a soul escaped to bliss, 
Keep the Christian festival. 



236 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

2 Our friend is gone before, 
To that celestial shore ; 

He hath left his mates behind, 
He hath all the storms outrode, 

Found the rest we toil to find, 
Landed in the arms of God. 



And shall we mourn to see 

Our fellow-prisoner free ? 
Free from doubts, and griefs, and fears, 

In the haven of the skies ? 
Can we weep to see the tears 

Wiped forever from his eyes ? 

No, dear companion, no ! 

We gladly let. thee go 
From a suffering Church beneath, 

To a reigning Church above : 
Thou hast more than conquered death, 

Thou art crowned with life and love. 



Thou in thy youthful prime 

Hast leaped the bounds of time : 
Suddenly from earth released, 

Lo ! we now rejoice for thee ; 
Taken to an early rest, 

Caught into eternity. 

Thither may we repair, 

That glorious bliss to share : 
We shall see the welcome day, 

We shall to the summons bow ; 
Come, Redeemer, come away ; 

Now prepare, and take us now. 

Weslkt, 



DEATH. 237 

355. HI. 3. 

An Infant dying at day-break to its Mother. 

CEASE, here longer to detain me, 
Kindest mother, drowned in woe : 
Xow thy fond caresses pain me ; 
Morn advances, let me go. 

2 See yon Orient streak appearing, 

Harbinger of endless day : 
Hark, a voice the darkness cheering, 
Calls my new-born soul away. 

3 Lately launched a trembling stranger, 

On the world's wild boisterous flood ; 
Pierced with sorrows, tossed with danger, 
Gladly I return to God. 

4 Xow, my cries shall cease to grieve thee, 

Now my trembling heart find rest ; 
Kinder arms than thine receive me, 
Softer pillow than thy breast. 

5 Weep not o'er these eyes that languish, 

Upward turning towards their home ; 
Raptured, they'll forget all anguish, 
While they wait to see thee come. 

6 There, my mother, pleasures centre : 

Weeping, parting, care, or woe, 
Ne'er our Father's home shall enter : 
Morn advances, let me go. 

7 As through this calm, this holy dawning, 

Silent glides my parting breath, 
To an everlasting morning 
Gently close my eyes in death. 



238 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

8 Blessings endless, richest blessings, 

Pour their streams upon thine heart, 
(Though no language yet possessing) 
Breathes my spirit ere we part. 

9 Yet to leave thee sorrowing rends me : 

Though again His voice I hear : 
Rise, may every grace attend thee, 
Rise, and seek to meet me there. 



Cecil. 



256. C M. 

ALAS ! how changed that lovely flower, 
Which bloomed and cheered my heart ; 
Fair fleeting comfort of an hour, 
How soon we're ^called to part : 

2 And shall my bleeding heart arraign 

That God whose ways are love ? 
Or vainly cherish anxious pain, 
For her who rests above ? 

3 No ! let me rather humbly pay 

Obedience to His will : 
And with my inmost spirit say, 
" The Lord is righteous still." 

4 From adverse blasts and lowering storms 

Her favored soul He bore ! 
And with yon bright angelic forms 
She lives to die no more. 

5 Why should I vex my heart, or last ? 

No more she'll visit me ; 
My soul will mount to her at last, 
And there my child I'll see. 



DEATH. 239 

Prepare me, blessed Lord, to share, 

The bliss Thy people prove : 
Who round Thy glorious throne appear, 

And dwell in perfect love. 



257. L. M. 

LONG let the breathing music float, 
That soothes the dying child to rest, 
And gently swell each rising note, 
That wafts it to the Saviour's breast. 

2 Oh ! when the youthful Christian dies, 

How soft the strains that angels raise ! 
At rest on their bright wrings he lies, 
And learns their thrilling notes of praise 

3 Sweet is His Saviour's welcome there, 

And sweet the voice that bids him rest : 
Oh ! let me live a life so fair, 
Oh ! let me die a death so blest. 



258. III. 2. 

WHEREFORE should I make my moan, 
Now the darling child is dead ? 
He to early rest is gone, 
He to Paradise is fled. 
I shall go to him^ but he 
Never shall return to me. 

2 God forbids his longer stay, 

God recalls the precious loan, 

God hath taken him away, 
From my bosom to His own ; 

Surely what He wills is best, 

Happy in His will I rest. 



240 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRI. 

3 Faith cries out, It is the Lord, 

Let Him do as seems Him good ; 
Be Thy Holy name adored : 

Take the gift awhile bestowed ; 
Take the child no longer mine, 
Thine he is, forever Thine. 

Wesley. 



259. III. 3. 

HARK ! what voice of love is speaking, 
Mid these throes of pain and death ? 
Light upon my soul is breaking, 

E'en while struggling thus for breath. 
Welcome then this dying anguish, 

These cold dews that steep my brow ; 
That blest hour for which I languish, 
Can not be far distant now. 

2 All my outward senses failing, 

Part me from terrestrial things ; 
But my soul, new life inhaling, 

Fluttering, striving, spreads her wings. 
Ye who tenderest watch are keeping, 

Though these hours seem dark indeed, 
Think while o'er my sufferings weeping, 

Thus the imprisoned soul is freed. 

3 Be the prison here demolished, 

King of terrors ! break them down ; 
But thy further power abolished, 

Christ thy conqueror thou must own ; 
He is with me, lie is near me, 

lie thy every stroke directs ; 
His beloved accents cheer me, 

He the soul he saved protects. 



DEATH. 241 

4 Lord, Thou earnest to receive me : 

Oh ! what faithfulness is Thine ! 
Now when every friend must leave me, 

Come to be forever mine. 
Lo ! the beatific vision 

Breaks on my enraptured sight : 
Weighed with this divine fruition, 

E'en the pangs of death seem light. 



260. 

rr.HOU art gone to the grave ! but we will 
JL not deplore thee, 

Though sorrows and darkness encompass 
the tomb ; 
The Saviour has passed through its portals 
before thee, 
And the lamp of His love is the guide 
through the gloom. 

2 Thou art gone to the grave ! we no longer 

behold thee, 
Nor tread the rough paths of the world 
by thy side ; 
But the wide arms of mercy are spread to 
enfold thee, 
And sinners may die, for the Sinless hath 
died. 

3 Thou art gone to the grave ! and its mansion 

forsaking, 
What though thy weak spirit in fear linger- 
ed long ; 
The sunshine of Paradise beamed on thy 
waking, 
And the sound which thou heardst was 
the seraphim's song. 
11 



242 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

4 Thou art gone to the grave ! but we will not 
deplore thee, 
For God was thy ransom, thy guardian and 
guide ; 
He gave thee, He took thee, and He will 
restore thee : 
And death has no sting, for the Saviour 
hath died. 

Hebjb. 



261. in. 4. 

LET me go, the day is breaking — 
Dear companions, let me go ; 
We have spent a night of waking, 

In the wilderness below ; 
Upward now I bend my way ; 
Part we here at break of day. 

2 Let me go ; I may not tarry 

Wrestling thus with doubts and fears ; 
Angels wait my soul to carry 

Where my risen Lord appears. 
Friends and kindred, weep not so — 
If ye love me let me go. 

3 We have travelled long together, 

Hand in hand, and heart in heart, 
Both through fair and stormy weather, 

And 'tis Bard, 'tis hard to part; 
While I sigh, "farewell!" to you, 
Answer, one and all, adieu! 

4 'Tis not darkness gathering round 

That withdraws me lYoni your sight; 
W: b DO mOJ^e can bound Qiej 

But, trai • o light, 

Like t] ' mounting wing, 

Though urisecn von h bag 



DEATH. 243 

5 Heaven's broad day hath o'er me broken, 
Far beyond earth's span of sky. 
Am I dead ? Xay, by this token, 

Know that I have ceased to die ; 
Would you solve the mystery, 
Come up hither — come and see. 

Montgomery. 



i 



262. II. 4. 

F death my friends and me divide, 

Thou dost not Lord, my sorrow chide, 

Or frown, my tears to see ; 
Restrained from passionate excess. 
Thou bid'st me mourn in calm distress 

For those that rest in Thee. 

I feel a strong, immortal hope, 
Which bears my mournful spirit up 

Beneath its mountain load : 
Redeemed from death, and grief and pain, 
I soon shall find my friend again 

Within the arms of God. 



3 Pass a few fleeting moments more, 
And death the blessing shall restore 

Which death hath snatched away ; 
For me Thou wilt the summons send, 
And give me back my parted friend 

In that eternal da v. 



Wesley. 



263. III. 1« 

HARK ! a voice divides the sky ! 
Happy are the faithful dead, 
In the Lord who sweetly die! 

They from all their toils are freed. 



244 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

2 Ready for their glorious crown — 

Sorrows past and sins forgiven — 
Here they lay their burthen down, 
Hallowed and made meet for heaven. 

3 When from flesh the spirit freed, 

Hastens homeward to return, 
Mortals cry — " A man is dead !" 
Angels sing — u A child is born !'- 

4 Born into the world above, 

They our happy brother greet ; 
Bear him to the throne of love, 
Place him at the Saviour's feet ! 

5 Jesus smiles, and says, " Well done !" 

Good and faithful servant thou ! 
Enter and receive thy crown ! 
Reign with me triumphant now. 



Wesley. 



264r. III. 1. 

10 ! the prisoner is released, 
J Lightened of his fleshy load ; 
Where the weary are at rest, 
He is gathered unto God. 
Lo ! the pain of life is past, 

And his warfare now is o'er ; 
Death and hell behind are cast, 
Grief and suffering are no more. 

2 Yes ! the Chridtian'8 course is run, 

Ended is the glorious strife; 
Fought the fight, the crown is won, 

Death is swallowed up of life. 
Borne by angels on their wings, 

Far from earth his spirit flies 
To the Lord he loved, mid sings 

Triumphing in paradise. 



DEATH. 245 

3 Join we then with one accord 
In the new and joyful song ; 
Absent from our glorious Lord 
We shall not continue long ; 
We shall quit the house of clay 

Better joys with Hirn to share ; 
We shall see the realms of day, 
We shall meet our brethren there. 

Wesley. 

265. III. 5. 

TOSSED no more on life's rough billow, 
All the storms of sorrow fled ; 
Death has found a quiet pillow 
For the faithful Christian's head ; 

Peaceful slumbers 
Guarding o'er his lowly bed. 

2 Oh ! may we be reunited 

To the spirits of the just — 
Leaving all that sin hath blighted, 
With corruption in the dust. 

Hear us, Jesus, 
Thou our Lord, our life, our trust. 



A 



266. 11.1. 

XD am I only born to die — 
And must I certainly comply 

With nature's stern decree ? 
What after death with me remains, 
Celestial joys, or hellish pains, 

To all eternity ? 

2 How then ought I in earth to live 
While God prolongs the kind reprieve, 
And props the house of clay ? 



»46 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

My sole concern, my single care 
To watch and tremble and prepare 
Against the final day. 

3 No room for mirth or trifling here, 
For worldly hope, or worldly fear, 

If life so soon is gone ; 
If now the Judge is at the door, 
And all mankind must stand before 

Th' inexorable throne. 

4 No matter what my thoughts employ, 
A moment's misery or joy ; 

But oh ! when both shall end, 
Where shall I find my destined place ? 
Shall I my everlasting days 

With fiends or angels spend ? 

5 Nothing is worth a thought beneath, 
But how I may escape the death 

Which never, never dies. 
How make mine own election sure, 
And when I fail on earth, secure 

A mansion in the skies ? 



Wesley, 



A 



2G7. S. M. 

NI) must this body die, 

This mortal frame decay; 
And must these active limbs of mine 
Lie mouldering in the clay ? 



2 Corruption, earth, and worms, 
Shall but refine this flesh ; 
Till my triumphant spirit comes, 
To put it on afresh. 



DEATH. 247 

3 God my Redeemer lives, 

And often from the skies, 
Looks down and watches all my dust, 
Till He shall bid it rise. 

4 Arrayed in glorious grace, 

Shall these vile bodies shine ; 
And every shape and every face 
Look heavenly and divine. 

5 These lively hopes we owe, 

To Jesus' dying love ; 
We would adore His grace below, 
And sing His power above. 

C O Lord ! accept the praise 

Of these our humble songs ; 
Till tunes of nobler sound we raise, 
With our immortal tongues. 

Watts. 



268. L. M. 

JESUS, once numbered with the dead, 
Unseals His eyes to weep no more ; 
And ever lives their cause to plead 
For whom the pains of death He bore. 

2 Then though in dust I lay my head, 

Yet gracious Lord Thou wilt not leave 
My flesh forever with the dead, 

Nor lose Thy children in the grave. 



269. S. M. 



R 



EST from thy labor, rest, 
Soul of the just, set free ; 

Blest be thy memory, and blest 
Thy bright example be. 



248 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

2 Faith, perseverance, zeal, 

Language of light and power ; 
Love prompt to act, and quick to feel, 
Marked thee till life's last hour. 

3 Now toil and conflict o'er, 

Go take with saints thy place ; 
But go as each has gone before, 
A sinner saved by grace. 

4 Lord Christ, into Thy hands 

Our pastor we resign, 
And now we wait Thine own commands, 
We were not his but Thine. 

5 Thou art Thy Church's head, 

And when the members die, 
Thou raisest others in their stead : 
To Thee we lift our eyes. 

6 On Thee our hopes depend, 

We gather round our Rock ; 
Send whom Thou wilt, but condescend 
Thyself to feed Thy flock. 



270. L.M. 

THE hour of my departure's come, 
I hear the voice which calls me home ; 
At length, O Lord ! let trouble cease, 
And let Thy servant die in peace. 

2 The race appointed I have run, 
The combat's o'er, the prize 4 is won ; 
And now toy witness is on high, 
And now my record's in the sky. 



DEATH. 240 

3 Not in mine innocence I trust, 
I bow before Thee in the dust ; 

And through my Saviour's blood alone, 
I look for mercy to Thy throne. 

4 I leave the world without a tear, 
Save for the friends I hold so dear ; 
To heal their sorrows, Lord, descend, 
And to the friendless prove a friend. 

5 I come, I come, at Thy command, 
I give my spirit to Thy hand ; 
Stretch forth Thy everlasting arms, 
And shield me in the last alarms. 

6^ The hour of my departure's come, 
I hear the voice which calls me home ; 
Now, O my God ! let trouble cease, 
Now let thy servant die in peace. 



271. L. M. 

ASLEEP in Jesus ! blessed sleep ! 
From which none ever wakes to weep ; 
A calm and undisturbed repose, 
Unbroken by the last of foes. 

2 Asleep in Jesus, oh ! how sweet, 
To be for such a slumber meet ; 
With holy confidence to sing 

That death hath lost its painful sting. 

3 Asleep in Jesus ! peaceful rest ! 
Whose waking is supremely blest ; 
No fear, no woe shall dim that hour 
That manifests the Saviour's power. 

11* 



250 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

4 Asleep in Jesus, oh ! for me 
May such a blissful refuse be ; 
Securely shall my ashes lie, 
Waiting the summons from on high. 

5 Asleep in Jesus ! far from thee 

Thy kindred and their graves may be ; 
But there is still a blessed sleep, 
From which none ever wakes to weep. 

Mrs. Mackay. 



372. L. M. 

UNVEIL thy bosom, faithful tomb, 
Take this new treasure to thy trust, 
And give these sacred relics room 
Awhile to slumber in the dust. 

2 No pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear, 

Invades Thy bounds ! no mortal woes 
Can reach the forms which slumber here, 
And angels watch their soft repose. 

3 Lo ! Jesus slept — God's dying Son 

Passed through the grave, and blessed 
the bed ; 
Rest here, dear saint ! till from His throne 
The morning break and pierce the shade. 

4 Break from His throne, Illustrious Morn, 

Attend O Earth! His sovereign word; 
Restore thy trust — a glorious form. 
Called to ascend and meet the Lord. 

Waits. 



273. s - M. 

SERVANT of God, well done I 
Rest from thy loved employ ; 
The battle fought, the victory won, 
Filter thy Master's joy. 



DEATH. 251 

The voice at midnight came, 

He started up to hear, 
A mortal arrow pierced his frame, 

He fell — but felt no fear. 

2 Tranquil amidst alarms, 

It found him on the field ; 
A veteran slumbering on his arms 

Beneath his red cross shield. 
His sword was in his hand, 

Still warm with recent fight, 
Ready that moment at command, 

Through rock and steel to smite. 

3 It was a two-edged blade, 

Of heavenly temper keen ; 
And double were the wounds it made, 

Where'er it glanced between. 
'Twas death to sin — 'twas life 

To all who mourned for sin ; 
It kindled and it silenced strife, 

Made war and peace within. 

4 Oft with its fiery force 

His arm had quelled the foe ; 
And laid resistless in his course, 

The alien armies low. 
Bent on such glorious toils, 

The world to him was loss ; 
Yet all his trophies, all his spoils, 

He hung upon the Cross. 

5 At midnight came the cry, 

To meet thy God prepare ; 
He woke and caught his Captain's eye ; 

Then strong in faith and prayer, 
His spirit with a bound, 

Left its encumbering- clay ; 
His tent at sunrise on the ground, 

A darkened ruin lav. 



252 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

6 The pains of death are past, 
Labor and sorrow cease ; 
And life's long warfare closed at last, 

His soul is found in peace. 
Soldier of Christ, well done ! 
Praise be thy new employ ; 
And while eternal ages run, 
Rest in thy Saviour's joy. 

Montgomery. 



RESURRECTION. 253 



XII. EESUERECTION. 



EASTER. 



274. II. 4. 

AWAKE, our drowsy souls, 
And burst the slothful band ; 
The wonders of this day 

Our noblest songs demand. 
Auspicious morn, thy blissful rays 
Bright seraphs hail in songs of praise. 

2 At thy approaching dawn, 

Reluctant death resigned 
The glorious Prinoe of life, 

In dark domains confined. 
Th' angelic host around Him bends, 
And midst their shouts the God ascends. 

3 All hail, triumphant Lord ! 

Heaven with hosannas rings, 
While earth in humbler strains 

Thy praise responsive sings. 
Worthy art Thou who once was slain, 
Through endless years to live and reign, 

4 Gird on, great God, Thy sword, 

Ascend Thy conquering car, 
While justice, truth, and love, 

Maintain the glorious war. 
Victorious Thou Thy foes shalt tread, 
And sin and hell in triumph lead. 

Scott 



254 HY*fNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

275. III. 1. 

HAIL the day that sees Him rise 
Glorious to His native skies ! 
Christ awhile to mortals given, 
Enters now the gates of heaven. 

2 There the glorious triumph waits : 
Lift your heads, eternal gates ! 
Christ hath vanquished death and sin ; 
Take the King of glory in. 

3 See the heaven its Lord receives ! 
Yet He loves the earth He leaves : 
Though returning to His throne, 
Still He calls mankind His own. 

4 Still for us He intercedes, 

His prevailing death He pleads ; 
Xear Himself prepares our place, 
Great forerunner of our race. 

5 What though parted from our sight, 
Far above yon starry height ; 
Thither our affections rise, 
Following Him beyond the skies. 

Maban, 



S7( >. L. M. 

WHEN God is nigh my faith is strong, 
His arm is my almighty prop : 
Be glad, my heart; rejoice, my tongue; 
My dying flesh shall rest in hope. 

2 Though in the dust T lay my head, 

Vet, gracious God, Thou wilt not leave 
Mv soul forever with the dead, 

Nor lose Thy children in the grave. 



RESURRECTION. 255 

3 My flesh shall Thy first call obey, 

Shake off the dust, and rise on high ; 
Then shalt Thou lead the wondrous way 
Up to Thy throne above the sky. 

4 There streams of endless pleasure flow ; 

And full discov'ries of thy grace 
(Which we but tasted here below) 

Spread heavenly joys through all the 
place. 

Watts. 



277. III. 1. 

MARY to the Saviour's tomb 
Hasted at the early dawn ; 
Spice she brought, and sweet perfume, 
But the Lord she loved had gone. 

2 For awhile she lingering stood, 

Filled with sorrow and surprise ; 
Trembling, while a crystal flood 
Issued from her weeping eyes. 

3 But her sorrows quickly fled 

When she heard His welcome voice, 
Christ had risen from the dead, 
Now He bids her heart rejoice. 

4 What a change His word can make, 

Turning darkness into day ! 
Te who weep for Jesus' sake, 
He will wipe your tears away. 

Newton 



278. 

STAND th' omnipotent decree, 
Jehovah's will be done ; 
Nature's end we wait to see, 
And hear her final groan. 



256 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

Let those pond'rous orbs descend 

And grind us into dust ; 
Let this earth dissolve and blend 

In death the wicked and the just. 

2 Rests secure the righteous man ; 

At his Redeemer's beck, 
Sure to emerge and rise again 

And mount above the wreck ; 
Lo ! the heavenly spirit towers, 

Like flames o'er nature's funeral pyre ; 
Triumphs in immortal powers, 

And claps his wings of fire. 

3 Nothing hath the just to lose, 

By worlds on worlds destroyed ; 
Far beneath his feet he views 

With smiles the flaming void ; 
Sees this universe renewed — 

The grand millennial reign begun ; 
Shouts with all the sons of (rod 

Around the eternal throne. 

4 Resting in this glorious hope 

To be at last restored, 
Yield we now our bodies up 

To earthquake, plague, or sword ; 
Listening for the call divine, 

The latest trumpet of the seven, 
Soon our soul and form shall join, 

And both fly up to heaven, 

^'ESLEt 



JUDGMENT. 257 



XIII. JUDGMENT. 



D 



279. Ill- 5, 

AY of judgment, day of wonders, 

Hark ! the trumpet's awful sound, 
Louder than a thousand thunders, 
Shakes the vast creation round : 

How the summons 
Will the sinner's heart confound ! 

See the Judge our nature wearing, 

Clothed in majesty divine ! 
You who long for His appearing, 

Then shall say, " This God is mine !" 
Gracious Saviour 

Own me in that day for Thine. 

At His call the dead awaken, 

Rise to life from earth and sea ; 
All the powers of nature shaken, 
At His call prepare to flee : 

Careless sinner, 
What will then become of thee ? 

Newton. 



280. S. M. 



THOU Judge of quick and dead, 
Before whose bar severe, 
With holy joy, or guilty dread, 
We all shall soon appear ; 



258 HYMNS AXD DEVOTIONAL POETEY. 

Our souls by grace prepare 
For that tremendous day, 

And fill us now with watchful care, 
And stir us up to pray. 

2 To pray and wait the hour, 

That awful hour unknown, 
When, robed in majesty and power, 

Thou shalt from heaven come down, 
Th' immortal Son of Man, 

To judge the human race, 
With all Thy Father's dazzling train, 

With all Thy glorious grace. 

3 To damp our earthly joys, 

T' increase our gracious fears, 
Forever let the archangel's voice 

Be sounding in our ears 
The solemn midnight cry, 

" Ye dead, the Judge is come ! 
Arise, and meet Him in the sky, 

And meet your instant doom !" 

4 Oh ! may we thus be found 

Obedient to Thy word, 
Attentive to the trumpet's sound, 

And looking for our Lord ! 
Oh ! may we all insure 

A lot among the blest ; 
And watch a moment to secure 

An everlasting rest. 



Wesley 



281. III. 5. 

SEE the eternal Judge descending, 
Seated on I lis father's throne ; 
Now, O sinner ! now lamenting, 
Stand and hear thy awful doom, 

Trumpets call thee ; 
Stand and hear thy awful doom. 



JUDGMENT. 259 

Yonder sits my slighted Saviour, 
With the marks of dying love ; 

Oh ! that I had sought His favor, 
When I felt the Spirit move ! 

Lost forever, 
For I have against Him strove. 

All His warnings I have slighted, 

While He daily sought my soul ; 
If my vows to Him I plighted, 
Yet for sin I broke them all, 

Golden moments ! 
How neglected did they roll ! 

Reed. 



282. C M. 

THAT awful day will surely come, 
Th' appointed hour makes haste, 
When I must stand before my Judge, 
And pass the solemn test. 

2 Thou lovely Chief of all my joys, 

Thou Sovereign of my heart, 
How could I bear to hear Thy voice 
Pronounce the sound, " Depart !" 

3 What, to be banished for my life 

And yet forbid to die ! 

To linger in eternal pain, 

Yet death forever fly ! 

4 O wretched state of deep despair ! 

To see my God remove, 
And fix my doleful station where 
I must not taste His love ! 

5 Oh ! tell me that my worthless name 

Is graven on Thy hands ; 
Show me some promise in Thy book, 
Where my salvation stands. Watts. 



260 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

283. II. 4. 

The Midnight Cry. Matt. 25 : 6. 

YE virgin souls, arise, 
With all the dead awake, 
Unto salvation wise, 

Oil in your vessels take : 
Upstarting at the midnight cry, 
Behold your heavenly bridegroom nigh ! 

2 He comes, He comes, to call 

The nations to his bar, 
And take to glory all 

Who meet for glory are : 
Make ready for your free reward, 
Go forth with joy to meet your Lord. 

3 Ye that have here received 

The unction from above, 
And in His spirit lived, 

And thirsted for His love ; 
Jesus shall claim you for His bride — 
Rejoice with all the sanctified. 

4 Rejoice in glorious hope 

Of that great day unknown, 
When you shall be caught up, 

To stand before His throne ; 
Called to partake the marriage feast, 
And lean on our Immanuel's breast. 

5 May we, too, wait to hear 

The trumpet's welcome sound ! 
To see our Lord appear, 

May we be watching found! 
Enrobed in righteousness divine, 
In which the bride shall ever shine. 

Wesley. 



JUDGMENT. 261 



284. III. 5, 

LO ! He comes with clouds descending, 
Once for favored sinners slain ! 
Thousand thousand saints attending, 
Swell the triumph of His train : 

Hallelujah ! 
God appears on earth again ! 

2 Every eye shall now behold Him, 

Robed in dreadful majesty ; 
Those who set at naught, and sold Him, 
Pierced and nailed Him to the tree, 

Deeply wailing, 
Shall the great Messiah see. 

3 Every island, sea, and mountain, 

Heaven and earth shall flee away ! 

All who hate Him must, confounded, 

Hear the trump proclaim the day : 

Come to judgment ! 
Come to judgment, come away ! 

4 Now redemption, long expected, 

See in solemn pomp appear ! 
All His saints, by man rejected, 
IsTow shall meet Him in the air ! 

Hallelujah ! 
See the day of God appear ! 

5 See the Judge our nature wearing, 

Pure, ineffable, divine ; 
See the great Archangel bearing 
High in heaven the mystic sign : 

Cross of glory ! 
Christ be in that moment mine. 



2G2 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

6 Lo ! the last long separation ! 

As the cleaving crowds divide ; 
And one dread adjudication 
Sends each soul to either side ! 

Lord of mercy ! 
How shall I that day abide ? 

7 Oh ! may Thine own Bride and Spirit 

Then avert a dreadful doom, 
And me summon to inherit 
An eternal blissful home : 

Ah ! come quickly ! 
Let Thy second advent come ! 

8 Tea, amen ! let all adore Thee, 

On Thine everlasting throne ; 
Saviour, take the power and glory, 
Claim the kingdom for Thine own ! 

Men and angels 
Bow to Thee, to Thee alone. 

Brydges. 



285. III. 5. 



" O! He cometh — countless trumpets 
J Wake to life the slumbering (lead ; 
Mid ten thousand saints and angels 
See their great exalted Head. 

Hallelujah ! 
Welcome, welcome, Son of God. 

Full of joyful expectation 

Saints behold the Judge appear; 
Truth and justice go before Bum — 

Now the joyful sentence hear ; 
Hallelujah! 

Welcome, welcome, Judge Divine ! 



JUDGMENT. 263 

" Come, ye blessed of my Father ! 

Enter into life and joy ; 
Banish all your fears and sorrows ; 

Endless praise be your employ ;" 
Hallelujah ! 

"Welcome, welcome, to the skies. 



286. III. 8. 

HARK ! ten thousand voices sounding 
Victory, victory, through the sky I 
Swiftly flies the shout, resounding, 
Spreading rapturous joy on high. 

2 Jesus comes, His conflict over, 

Comes to claim His great reward ; 
Angels round the Victor hover, 
Crowding to behold their Lord. 

3 Oh ! what honors now await Him ! 

Friends and foes shall hear His voice. 
Tremble, tremble, ye that hate Him ; 
Ye who love His name, rejoice. 

4 Yonder throne for him erected, 

Xow become the Victor's seat : 
Lo ! the Man on earth rejected ! 
Angels worship at Hi's feet. 

5 Day and night they cry before Him 

Holy, holy, holy Lord ! 
All the powers of heaven adore Him — 
All obey His sovereign word. 



264 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 



287. C. M. 

LO ! what a glorious sight appears 
To our believing eyes ! 
The earth and seas are passed away, 
And the old rollinsr skies. 



2 From the third heaven, where God resides, 

That holy, happy place, 
The new Jerusalem comes down, 
Adorned with shining grace. 

3 Attending angels shout for joy, 

And the bright armies sing — 
" Mortals, behold the sacred seat 
Of your descending King. 

4 " The God of glory down to men 

Removes His blest abode ; 
Men the dear objects of His grace, 
And He the loving God. 



5 " His own kind hand will wipe the tears 
From every weeping eye ; 
And pains, and groans, and griefs and fears, 
And death itself shall die." 



6 How long, dear Saviour, oh ! how long 
Shall this bright hour delay? 
Fly swifter round, ye wheels of time, 
And bring the welcome day. 

Watts. 



D 



JUDGMENT. 265 



288. II. 3. 

AT of wrath, that day of burning, 
All shall melt, to ashes turning, 
All foretold by seers discerning, 
Oh ! what fear it shall engender 
When the Judge shall come in splendor, 
Strict to mark and just to render. 

2 Trumpet-scattered sound of wonder, 
Rending sepulchres asunder, 

Shall resistless summons thunder. 
All aghast then death shall shiver, 
And great nature's frame shall quiver, 
When the graves their dead deliver. 

3 Think, O Jesus ! for what reason, 

Thou endure dst earth's spite and treason. 
Not me lose in that dread season. 
Seeking me Thy worn feet hasted, 
On the cross Thy soul death tasted, 
Let such labor not be wasted. 

4 Righteous Judge of retribution, 
Grant me perfect absolution 
Ere that day of execution. 
Culprit like, I — heart all broken, 

On my cheek shame's crimson token — 
Plead the pardoning word be spoken. 

5 'Mid the sheep a place decide me, 
And from goats on left divide me, 
Standing on the riglit beside Thee. 
When th' accursed away are driven, 
To eternal burnings given, 

Call me with the blest to heaven. 
12 



266 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

G I beseech Thee, prostrate lying, 
Heart as ashes, contrite, sighing, 
Care for me when I am dying. 
On that awful day of wailing, 
When man rising, stands before Thee, 
Spare the culprit, God of glory ! 

Translation from TnoMAS de Celaxo. 



289. L, M. 

riHHE day of wrath, that dreadful day, 

X When heayen and earth shall pass away ! 

What power shall be the sinner's stay ? 

How shall he meet that dreadful day ? 

2 When, shriv'lling like a parched scroll, 
The flaming heavens together roll, 
And louder yet, and yet more dread, 
Swells the high trump that wakes the dead. 

3 Oh ! on that day, that wrathful day, 
When man to judgment wakes from clay, 
Be Thou, O Christ ! the sinner's stay, 
Though heaven and earth shall pass away. 

Translated by Scott from a Latin odo ascribod to Tho- 
mas de Celano in tho thirteenth century. 



HEAVEN AND HELL. 267 



XIV. HEAVEN AND HELL. 



290. C. M. 



W 



HAT blissful harmonies above, 
In vocal thunders swell ? 
The perfecting of joy and love, 
What raptured legions tell ? 



2 The glorious apostolic band — 

Do they in triumph sing ? 
Do prophets from the holy land 
Their inspiration bring ? 

3 Or from the noble army breaks 

The deep adoring strain, 
Who won their way from fiery stakes, 
And were for conscience slain ? 

4 Is it the patriarchal race 

That breathe the sacred song ? 
Or to the heirs of Gospel grace 
Do the full choirs belong ? 

5 For each, for all, the Word is found 

Almighty to atone : 
All, all in shining hosts surround 
The bright celestial throne. 



268 HYMNS AXD DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

6 Peoples, and languages, and tongues, 
The choral anthem raise : 
To every voice and speech belongs 
The work of heavenly praise. 



CONDER. 



F 



291. C M. 

A.R from the narrow scenes of night 

Unbounded glories rise, 
And realms of infinite delight, 

Unknown to mortal eyes. 



2 Fair distant land ! could mortal eyes 

But half its charms explore, 
How would our spirits long to rise, 
And dwell on earth no more. 

3 There pain and sickness never come, 

And grief no more complains ; 
Health triumphs in immortal bloom, 
And endless pleasure reigns. 

4 No cloud those blissful regions know, 

Realms ever bright and fair : 
For sin, the source of mortal woe, 
Can never enter there. 

5 There all the millions of His saints 

Shall in one song unite, 
And each the bliss of all shall view 
With infinite delight. 

G Nor needed is the shining moon, 
Nor e'en the smfs bright ray; 

For glory, from the sacred throne, 
Spreads everlasting day. 



Steele, 



HE A YEN AND HELL. 269 



292. IV. 4. 

OH ! where can the soul find relief from its 
foes, 
A shelter of safety, a home of repose ? 
Can earth's highest summit or deepest hid 

vale, 
Give a refuge no sorrow nor sin can assail ? 

No, no ! — there's no home — 
There's no home on earth — the soul has no 
home. 

2 Shall it leave the low earth and soar to the 

sky, 
And seek for a home in the mansions on 

high? 
In the bright realms of bliss will a dwelling 

be given, 
And. the soul find a home in the glory of 

heaven ? 

Yes, yes ! — there's a home — 
There's a home in high heaven — the soul has 

a home. 

3 Oh ! holy and sweet its rest shall be there ! 
Free forever from sin, and sorrow, and care ; 
And the loud hallelujahs of angels shall rise, 
To welcome the soul to its home in the skies, 

Home, home ! — home of the soul ! 
The bosom of God is the home of the soul ! 

Key. 



293. CM, 

ON Jordan's stormy banks I stand, 
And cast a wishful eye 
To Canaan's fair and happy land, 
Where my possessions lie. 



270 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY 

2 Oh ! the transporting, rapt'rous scene, 
That rises to my sight ! 
Sweet fields arrayed in living green, 
And rivers of delight ! 



3 There gen'rous fruits that never fail, 

On trees immortal grow; 
There rocks and hills, and brooks and vale, 
With milk and honey flow. 

4 All o'er those wide extended plains 

Shines one eternal day ; 
There God the Son forever reigns, 
And scatters night away. 

5 No chilling winds nor pois'nous breath 

Can reach that healthful shore ; 
Sickness and sorrow, pain and death, 
Are felt and feared no more. 

6 When shall I reach that happy j)lace, 

And be forever blest ? 
When shall I see my Father's face, 
And in His bosom rest ? 

7 Filled with delight my raptured soul 

Would here no longer stay ! 
Though Jordan's waves around me roll, 
Fearless I'd launch away. 

8 Adieu, adieu, nil earthly tilings! 

I come, my Lord, I come ; 
Angels, extend your golden wings, 
And bear my spirit home. 

Stennett. 



HEAYEN AND HELL. 2-71 



294. S. M. 

OH ! what a mighty change 
Shall Jesus' sufferers know ; 
While o'er the happy plains we range, 

Incapable of woe. 
Xo ill-requited love 

Shall there our spirits wound ; 
Xo base ingratitude above, 
Xo sin in heaven is found. 

2 There all our griefs are spent, 

There all our sufferings end ; 
We can not there the fall lament 

Of a departed friend — 
A brother dead to God, 

By sin alas ! undone ; 
Xo father there, in passion loud, 

Cries, O my son ! my son ! 

3 Xor slightest touch of pain, 

Xor sorrow's least alloy, 
Can violate our rest, or stain 

Our purity of joy. 
In that eternal day 

Xo clouds or tempests rise ; 
There gushing tears are wiped away 

Forever from our eyes. 

4 This languishing desire, 

Which now for heaven we feel, 
Shall there delightfully expire 

In joy ineffable. 
The weight of glorious bliss, 

That to our share shall fall ; 
Xot angel tongue can half express, 

But we shall have it all. 

Wesley. 



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295. III. L 

N" the sun, and moon, and stars, 
Signs and wonders there shall be ; 

Earth shall quake with inward wars, 
Nations with perplexity. 

2 Dread alarms shall shake the proud, 

Pale amazement, restless fear ; 
And amid the thunder-cloud, 
Shall the Judge of man appear. 

3 But, though from His awful face, 

Heaven shall fade and earth shall fly, 
Fear not ye, His chosen race, 
Your redemption draweth nigh. 

FLbbeb. 



296. CM. 

JERUSALEM, my happy home, 
Oh ! how I long for thee ; 
When will my sorrows have an end, 
Thy joys, when shall I see? 

2 Thy walls are all of precious stone, 
Most glorious to behold ; 
Thy gates are richly set with pearl, 
Thy streets are paved with gold. 

8 Why should I shrink at pain or woe, 
Or feel at death dismay? 

Jerusalem I *non shall new 

In realms of endless day. 



HEAVEN AND HELL. 2T3 

4 Reach down, O Lord ! Thine arm of grace, 

And cause me to ascend, 
Where congregations ne'er break up, 
And Sabbaths never end. 

5 There happier bowers than Eden bloom, 

Nor sin, nor sorrow know, 
Blest seats ! through rude and stormy scenes 
I onward press to you. 

6 Redeemed saints and angels there 

Around my Saviour stand, 
And soon, my friends in Christ below, 
"We'll join the glorious band. 

« When we've been there ten thousand years, 
Bright shining as the sun, 
We've no less days to sing God's praise, 
Than when we first begun. 



297. CM. 

MOTHER dear, Jerusalem ! 
When shall I come to thee ? 
When shall my sorrows have an end ? 
Thy joys, when shall I see ? 

2 O happy harbor of God's saints I 

O sweet and pleasant soil ! 
In thee no sorrow can be found, 
Nor grief, nor care, nor toil. 

3 No dimly cloud o'ershadows thee, 

Nor gloom, nor darksome night ; 
But every soul shines as the sun, 
For God Himself gives light. 
12* 



274 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

4 Thy walls are made of precious stone, 

Thy bulwarks diamond-square. 
Thy gates are all of orient pearl — 
O God ! if I were there ! 

5 O my sweet home, Jerusalem ! 

Thy joys when shall I see ? 
The King that sitteth on Thy throne 
In His felicity ? 

6 Thy gardens and thy goodly walks 

Continually are green, 
Where grow such sweet and pleasant flowers 
As nowhere else are seen. 

V Right through thy streets with pleasing 
sound, 
The flood of life doth flow ; 
And on the bank on either side, 
The trees of life do grow. 

8 Those trees each month yield ripened fruit ; 

Forever more they spring ; 

And all the nations of the earth 

To thee their honors bring. 

9 O mother dear, Jerusalem ! 

"When shall I come to thee ? 
When shall my sorrows have an end ? 
Thy joys, when shall I see ? 

QuARuca * 



• The original of the two preceding hymns, of which there have 
rniuiy versions, is traced through the Latin Ufi to St. Au- 
gustine. 



HEAVEN AND HELL. 275 

298. II. 1. 

Prospect of Heaven. 

COME on, my partners in distress, 
My comrades in the wilderness, 
Who still your bodies feel ; 
Awhile forget your griefs and fears, 
And look beyond the yale of tears, 
To that celestial hill. 

2 Beyond the bounds of time and space, 
Look forward to that heavenly place, 

The saints' secure abode ; 
On faith's strong eagle pinions rise, 
And force your passage to the skies, 

And scale the mount of God. 

3 Who suffer with our Master here, 
We shall before His face appear, 

And by His side sit down ; 
To patient faith the prize is sure ; 
And all that to the end endure 

The cross, shall wear the crown. 

4 Thrice blessed, bliss-inspiring hope ! 
It lifts the fainting spirits up, 

It brings to life the dead ; 
Our conflicts here shall soon be past, 
And you and I ascend at last, 

Triumphant with our Head. 

5 That great mysterious Deity, 
We soon with open face shall see ; 

The beatific sight 
Shall fill the heavenly courts with praise, 
And wide diffuse the golden blaze 

Of everlasting light. 

Wesley. 



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XV. MISCELLANEOUS. 



299. C M. 

LORD of my life, length of my days, 
Thy hand has rescued me, 
Who, lying at the gates of death, 
Among the dead was free. 

2 I thought I stood upon the shore, 

And nothing could I see 
But the vast ocean with my eyes — 
A vast eternity. 

3 I thought I heard the midnight cry, 

a Behold the Bridegroom comes !" 
And I was called to the bar, 

Where souls receive their dooms. 

4 The world WTtS at an end to me, 

As if it all did hum ; 
Blit 1<>! there came a voice from heaven, 
Which ordered jiiv return. 

5 Lord, I return at Thy command, 

What wilt Thou have me do ? 

Oh ! let me wholly live to Thee 

To whom my life 1 owe. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 277 

6 Fain would I dedicate to Thee 
The remnant of rny days ; 
Lord, with my life renew my heart. 
That both Thy name may praise. 

Mason. 



300. Ill- 4. 

Sabbath Morning Prayer-Meeting. 

SAFELY through another week, 
God has brought us on our way ; 
Let us now a blessing seek, 

Waiting in His courts to-day : 
Day of all the week the best — 
Emblem of eternal rest. 

2 "While we seek supplies of grace, 

Through the dear Redeemer's name, 
Show Thy reconciled face, 

Take away our sin and shame ; 
From our worldly cares set free, 
May we rest this day in Thee. 

3 When we meet Thy name to praise, 

Let us feel Thy presence near : 
May Thy glory meet our eyes 

While we in Thy house appear ; 
There afford us, Lord, a taste 
Of our everlasting feast. 

4 May the Gospel's joyful sound 

Conquer sinners, comfort saints ; 
Make the fruits of grace abound ; 

Bring relief from all complaints : 
Thus let all our Sabbaths prove, 
Till we join the Church above. 

Newton. 



278 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

301. 

YTEARER, my God, to Thee ! 
ll Nearer to Thee ! 
E'en though it be a cross 

That raiseth me : 

Still all my song shall be, 

Nearer, my God, to Thee, 

Nearer to Thee ! 

2 Though like a wanderer, 

Weary and lone, 
Darkness comes over me, 

My rest a stone, 
Yet in my dreams I'd be 
Nearer, my God, to Thee, 

Nearer to Thee ! 

3 There let my way appear 

Steps unto heaven ; 
All that Thou sendest me 

In mercy given ; 
Angels to beckon me 
Nearer, my God to Thee, 

Nearer to Thee ! 

4 Then with my waking thoughts 

Bright with thy praise, 
Out of my stony grids 

Altars Til raise ; 
So by my woes to be 
Nearer, my God, to Thee, 

Nearer to Thee ! 

5 And when on joyful wing, 

Cleaving the sky, 

Sim, moon, and stars forgot, 
I toward I fly ; 

Si ill ali my song shall be 

Nearer, my God, to f J Tiee 
Nearer to Thee! 



Adams. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 279 

302. II. 4. 

The Christian Voyage. 

JESUS, at Thy command 
I launch into the deep, 
And leave my native land, 

Where sin lulls all to sleep : 
For Thee I fain would all resign, 
And sail to heaven with Thee and Thine. 

2 Thou art my Pilot wise ; 

My compass is Thy word ; 
My soul each storm defies 

While I have such a Lord : 
I trust thy faithfulness and power 
To save me in the trying hour. 

3 Though rocks and quicksands deep 

Through all my passage lie, 
Yet Thou wilt safely keep, 

And guide me with Thine eye : 
My anchor, hope, shall firm abide, 
And I each boist'rous storm outride. 

4 By faith I see the land, 

The port of endless rest ; 
My soul, Thy sails expand, 

And fly to Jesus' breast : 
Oh ! may I reach the heavenly shore 
Where winds and waves resound no more. 

5 Whene'er becalmed I lie, 

And storms and winds subside, 
Lord, to my succor fly, 

And keep me near Thy side : 
For more the treacherous calm I dread 
Than tempests bursting o'er my head. 



280 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

6 Come, heavenly wind, and blow 

A prosperous gale of grace, 
To waft me from below, 

To heaven, my destined place ; 
Then in full sail my port I'll find, 
And leave the world and sin behind. 

TOPLADY 







303. 

UR souls, by love together knit, 

Cemented, joined in one, 
One hope, one heart, one mind, one voice ; 

'Tis heaven on earth begun : 
Our hearts have often burned within, 

And glowed with sacred fire, 
While Jesus spoke, and fed, and blessed, 

And filled the enlarged desire. 

CJiorus. 
"A Saviour !" let creation sing, 
" A Saviour !" let all heaven ring ; 
'Tis God with us, Ave feel Him ours, 
His fullness in our souls he pours: 
'lis almost done, 'tis almost o'er ; 
We're joining those who've gone before ; 
We soon shall reach thai blissful shore 
Where we shall meet to part no more. 

The little cloud increases still, 
The heavens are big with rain ; 

Wo wait to cut eh the teeming shower, 

And all its moisture drain : 
A rill, a stream, a torrent flows: 

lint pour a mighty Hood ; 
Oh ! Sweep the nations, shake the earth. 

Till all proclaim Thee God, 
U A Saviour!" etc. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 281 

3 And when Thou mak'st Thy jewels up, 
And sett'st Thy starry crown, 
"When all Thy sparkling gems shall shine, 

Proclaimed by Thee Thine own ; 
May we, a little band of love, 
We sinners, saved by grace, 
From glory unto glory changed, 
Behold Thee face to face. 

"A Saviour!" etc. 

Miller. 



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304,. HI- 4. 

The Comrrvwnion of Saints. 

F 'tis sweet to mingle where 

Christians meet for social prayer ; 
If 'tis sweet with them to raise 
Songs of holy joy and praise ; 
Passing sweet that state must be 
When they meet eternally. 

Saviour, may these meetings prove 
Preparations from above ; 
While we worship in this place, 
May we go from grace to grace ; 
Make us, each in his degree, 
Meet, O Lord ! to dwell with Thee ! 



305. III. 5. 

HARK! the voice of love and mercy 
Sounds aloud from Calvary ; 
See, it rends the rocks asunder, 
Shakes the earth and veils the sky ! 

" It is finished!" 
Hear the dying Saviour cry. 



HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

2 It is finished ! — Oh ! what pleasure 

Do these precious word afford ! 
Heavenly blessings, without measure, 
Flow to us from Christ the Lord. 

It is finished ! 
Saints, the dying words record. 

3 Finished — all the types and shadows 

Of the ceremonial law; 
Finished all that God had promised ; 
Death and hell no more shall awe : 

It is finished ! 
Saints, from hence your comforts draw. 

4 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs, 

Join to sing the pleasing theme ; 
All on earth and all in heaven, 
Join to praise Immanuers name : 

Hallelujah! 
Glory to the bleeding Lamb ! 

Evans. 



306- CM. 

AMAZING grace! (how sweet the sound!) 
That saved a wretch like me I 
I once was lost, but now am found, 
Was Mind, but now I see. 

2 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, 

And grace my fears relieved ; 

How precious <li<l that grace appear, 

The hour I first believed. 

3 Through many dangers, toils, and snares, 

I have already come ; 

>Tis grace has brought me safe thus far, 

And crrace will Lead me home, 



MISCELLANEOUS. 283 

4 The Lord has promised good to me, 

His word my hope secures ; 
He will my shield and portion be, 
As long as life endures. 

5 Yes, when this heart and flesh shall fail, 

And mortal life shall cease, 
I shall possess within the veil, 
A life of joy and peace. 

6 The earth shall soon dissolve like snow, 

The sun forbear to shine ; 
But God, who called me here below, 
Will be forever mine. 

Newton. 



307. 

HOW happy are they 
Who their Saviour obey, 
And have laid up their treasures above ; 
Oh ! what tongue can express 
The sweet comfort and peace 
Of a soul in its earliest love ! 

2 That comfort was mine 
When Thy favor divine 

I first found in the blood of the Lamb ; 

When my heart it believed, 

What a joy I received, 
What a heaven in Jesus's name. 

3 5 Twas a heaven below 
My Redeemer to know : 

The angels could do nothing more 

Than to fall at His feet, 

And the story repeat, 
And the lover of sinners adore. 



284 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

4 Jesus, all the day long, 
Was my joy and my song, 

Oh ! that all His salvation might see ; 

He hath loved me, I cried, 

He hath suffered and died, 
To redeem such a rebel as me. 

5 On the wings of His love, 
I was carried above 

All sin and temptation and pain ; 

And I could not believe 

That I ever should grieve, 
That I ever should suffer again. 

6 Oh ! the rapturous height 
Of that holy delight 

Which is found in His life-giving blood ! 

Of a Saviour possessed, 

We are perfectly blest, 
As if filled with the fullness of God. 

Wttur, 



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308. II. 1. 

II ! glorious hope of perfect love ! 
It lifts me up to things above; 
It bears on eagles' wings ; 

It gives my ravished soul a taste, 
And makes me lor some moments feast 
With angels, priests, and kings. 

2 Rejoicing now in earnest hope 

I stand, and from the mountain top 

Sec all the land below ; 
Rivers of milk and honey rise, 

And all the fruits of Paradise 
In endless plenty grow: 



MISCELLAXEOUS. 2 35 

A land of corn, and wiiie, and oil, 
Favored with God's peculiar smile, 

With ev'ry blessing blessed ; 
There dwells the Lord our righteousness, 
And keeps His own in perfect peace 

And everlasting rest. 

Oh ! that I might at once go up ! 
No more on this side Jordan stop, 

But now the land possess ; 
This moment end my legal years ; 
Sorrows, and sins, and doubts, and fears. 

A howling wilderness. 

Now, O my Joshua ! bring me in ! 
Cast out Thy foes, the inbred sin, 

The carnal mind remove ; 
The purchase of Thy death divide, 
And oh ! with all the sanctified, 

Give me my God to love. 

Weslly. 



309. S. M. 

YOUR harps, ye trembling saints, 
Down from the willows take ; 
Loud to the praise of Christ our Lord, 
Bid every string awake. 

2 Though in a foreign land, 

We are not far from home ; 
And nearer to our house above, 
We ev'ry moment come. 

3 His grace shall to the end 

Stronger and brighter shine ; 
Nor present things, nor things to come, 
Shall quench the spark divine. 



286 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

4 The time of love will come, 

When we shall clearly see, 
Not only that He shed His blood, 
But each shall say, u for me." 

5 Tarry His leisure, then, 

Wait the appointed hour ; 
Wait till the bridegroom of your souls 
Reveal His love with power. 

6 Blest is the man, O God ! 

That stays himself on Thee : 
Who waits for Thy salvation, Lord, 
Shall Thy salvation see. 

TOPLADY. 



310. CM. 

Reflections at the End of the Year. 

AND now, my soul, another year 
Of my short life is past ; 
I can not long continue here, 
And this may be my last. 

2 Much of my dubious life is gone, 

Nor will return again ; 
And swift my passing moments run, 
The few that yet remain. 

3 Awake, my soul, with utmost care 

Thy true condition learn ; 
What are thy hopes, how sure, how fair ? 
And what thy great concern ? 

4 Now a new scene of time begins, 

Set out afresh for heaven ; 
Seek pardon lor thy former sins, 

In Christ so freely given. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 287 

Devoutly yield thyself to God, 

And on His grace depend ; 
With zeal pursue the heavenly road, 

Nor doubt a happy end. 

Browne. 



311. L. M. 

LET thoughtless thousands choose the road 
That leads the soul away from God ; 
This happiness, dear Lord, be mine, 
To live and die entirely Thine. 

2 On Christ, by faith, my soul would live ; 
From Him my life, my all receive ; 

To Him devote my fleeting hours, 
Serve him alone with all my powers. 

3 Christ is my everlasting all ; 
To Him I look, on Him I call ; 
He will my every want supply. 
In time and through eternity. 

4 Soon will the Lord, my life, appear ; 
Soon shall I end my trials here ; 
Leave sin and sorrow, death and pain : 
To live is Christ — to die is gain. 

5 Soon will the saints in glory meet — 
Soon walk through every golden street, 
And sing on every blissful plain, 

To live is Christ — to die is gain ! 



o 



312. C. M. 

GOD ! our help in ages past, 
Our hope for years to come, 
Our shelter from the stormy blast, 
And our eternal home — 



■288 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

2 Under the shadow of Thy throne 

Thy saints have dwelt secure ; 
Sufficient is Thine arm alone, 
And our defense is sure. 

3 Before the hills in order stood, 

Or earth received her frame, 
From everlasting Thou art God, 
To endless years the same. 

4 A thousand ages in Thy sight 

Are like an evening gone, 
Short as the watch that ends the night, 
Before the rising sun. 

5 O God ! our help in ages past, 

Our hope for years to come, 
Be Thou our guard while life shall last, 
And our eternal home. 

Watts. 



313. CM. 

THERE is a place of woe unmixed, 
A land of changeless doom : 
Despair has there her empire iixed ; 
There hope can never come. 

2 There is a hope, nut me, junblest, 

Which, like a broken reed, 

Will fi'il, if on its stay we n st, 

When chiefly hope we need. 

8 There is a hope thai ne'er will fail. 
It comes from heaven aboye ; 
A hope that enters through the veil, 

Now joined with faith and love. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 289 

4 Its guiding beam, its friendly ray 

Can cheer the darkest night ; 

It helps the pilgrim on his way, 

And points to realms of light. 

5 Our hope is anchored, Lord, on Thee, 

On this unfriendly shore ; 
And Thou, in heaven, our joy shalt be.; 
When hope shall be no more, 



314r. C. 3VL 

OTHOU, from whom all goodness flows! 
I lift my heart to Thee ; 
In all my trials, conflicts, woes, 
Dear Lord, remember me. 

2 When groaning, on my burdened heart 

My sins he heavily ; 
My pardon speak, new peace impart ; 
In love, remember me, 

3 If on my face, for Thy dear name, 

Shame and reproaches be, 
I'll hail reproach, and welcome shame, 
If Thou remember me. 

4 The hour is near — consigned to death, 

I own Thy just decree : 
Saviour, with my last parting breath 
I'll cry, remember me. 

Hawes 



315. III. 1. 

WHILE with ceaseless course the sun 
Hasted through the former year, 
Many souls their race have run, 
Never more to meet us here. 
13 



290 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

Fixed in an eternal state, 

They have done with all below ; 

We a little longer wait, 

But how little, none can know. 

2 Spared to see another year, 

Let Thy blessing meet us here ; 
Come, Thy dying work revive, 

Bid Thy drooping garden thrive : 
Sun of Righteousness, arise! 

Warm our hearts and bless our eyes; 
Let our prayer Thy pity move, 

Make this year a time of love. 

3 Thanks for mercies past receive, 

Pardon of our sins renew ; 
Teach us henceforth how to live, 

With eternity in view. 
Bless Thy word to old and young, 

Fill us with a Saviour's love ; 
When our life's short race is run, 

May we dwell with Thee above. 

Newton. 



31(3. C. M. 

TESUS! Thou art the sinner's friend; 
t) As such 1 look to Thee ; 

Now, in the fullness of Thy love, 
O Lord! remember me. 

2 Remember Thy pure word of grace — 
Remember Calvary; 
Remember all Thy dying groans, 
And then, remember me. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 291 

3 Thou wondrous Advocate with God ! 

I yield myself to Thee ; 
While Thou art sitting on Thy throne, 
Dear Lord ! remember me. 

4 Lord ! I am guilty — I am vile, 

But Thy salvation's free ; 
Then, in Thine all-abounding grace, 
Dear Lord ! remember me. 

5 And when I close my eyes in death, 

When creature-helps all flee, 
Then, O my great Redeemer — God ! 
I pray, remember me. 



317. L. M 

¥HEX marshalled on the nightly plain, 
The glittering host bestud the sky ; 
One star alone, of all the train, 

Can fix the sinner's wand'ring eye. 

2 Hark ! hark ! to God the chorus breaks 

From every host, from every gem ; 
But one alone the Saviour speaks — 
It is the Star of Bethlehem ! 

3 Once on the raging seas I rode ; 

The storm was loud, the night was dark. 
The ocean yawned, and rudely blowed 
The wind that tossed my found'ring bark. 

4 Deep horror then my vitals froze. 

Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem; 
When suddenly a star arose — 
It was the Star of Bethlehem ! 



292 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY 

5 It was my guide, my light, my all, 

It bade my dark forebodings cease ; 
And through the storm and danger's thrall, 
It led me to the port of peace. 

Xow safely moored, my perils o'er, 
I'll sing, first in night's diadem, 
Forever and forever more, 

The Star— the Star of Bethlehem ! 

II. K. White. 



318. C. M. 

77to Everlasting Song. 

EARTH has engrossed my love too long ; 
'Tis time I lift mine eyes 
Upward, dear Father ! to Thy throne, 
And to my native skies. 

2 There, the blest man, my Saviour sits — 

The God ! how bright He shines ! 
And scatters infinite delights 
On all the happy minds. 

3 Scrap] is, with elevated strains, 

Circle the throne around ; 
And move and charm the starry plains 
With an immortal sound. 

4 Jesus, the Lord, their harps employ — - 

Jesus, my love, they sing! 
Jesus, the lite of all our joy, 

Sounds sweet from every string. 

6 Now let me mount and join their song, 
And sound Thy praises loo; 

My heart, my hand, my car, my tongue, 
i [ere's joyful work for you. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 293 

I would begin the music here, 

And so my soul should rise ; 
Oh ! for some heavenly notes to bear 

My passions to the skies ! 

Watts. 



319. S. M. 

Forgitmess of Sin by Confession. 

OH ! blessed souls are they, 
Whose sins are covered o'er ; 
Divinely blessed, to whom the Lord 
Imputes their guilt no more ! 

2 They mourn their follies past, 

And keep their hearts with care ; 
Their lips and lives, without deceit, 
Shall prove their faith sincere. 

3 While I concealed my guilt 

I felt the fest'ring wound, 
Till I confessed my sins to Thee, 
And ready pardon found. 

4 Let sinners learn to pray ; 

Let saints keep near the throne. 
Our help in tiihes of deep distress 
Is found in God alone. 

Watts. 



320. L.M. 

AWAKE, my soul, in joyful lays, 
And sing thy great Redeemer's praise ; 
He justly claims a song from me : 
His loving-kindness, oh ! how free. 



294 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

2 He saw me ruined in the fall, 

Yet loved me notwithstanding all ; 
He saved me from my lost estate : 
His loving-kindness, oh ! how great. 

3 Though numerous hosts of mighty foes, 
Though earth and hell my way oppose, 
He safely leads my soul along : 

His loving-kindness, oh ! how strong. 

4 Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale ; 
Soon all my mortal powers must fail ; 
Oh ! may my last expiring breath 
His loving-kindness "sing in death. 

5 Then let me mount and soar away 
To the bright world of endless day, 
And sing with rapture and surprise 
His loving-kindness in the skies. 

Medley. 



321. C. M. 

IORD, in the'morning Thou shalt hear 
J My voice ascending high ! 
To Thee will I direct my prayer, 
To Thee lift up my cry. 

2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone 

To plead for all His saints, 
Presenting at Bis Father's throne 

Our songs and our complaints. 

3 Thou art a God, before whose sight 

The wicked shall not stand ; 
Sinners shall ne'er be Thy delight, 
Nor dwell at Thy right hand. 



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Oh ! may Thy spirit guide my feet 

In ways of righteousness ; 
Make every path of duty straight 

And plain before my face ! 

Wattsl 



BURST, ye emerald gates, and bring 
To my raptured vision, 
All the ecstatic joys that spring 

Round the bright elysian : 
Lo ! we lift our longing eyes — 
Break, ye intervening skies ! 
Sun of Righteousness, arise ! 
Ope the gates of Paradise. 

2 Floods of everlasting light 

Freely roll before Him ; 
Myriads, with supreme delight, 

Instantly adore Him. 
Angel trumps resound His fame ; 
Harps of brightest gold proclaim 
All the music of His name, 
Heaven echoing the theme. 

3 See the adoring elders rise 

From their princely station ; 
Shout His glorious victories, 

Sing His great salvation. 
Cast their crowns before the throne, 
Cry, in reverential tone, 
Glory be to God alone, 
Holy, holy, holy One. 



296 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 



BRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the 
morning, 
Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine 
aid ; 
Star of the East, the horizon adorning, 
Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid ! 



2 Cold on his cradle the dew-drops are shining, 

Low lies His head with the beasts of the 
stall : 
Angels adore Him in slumber reclining, 
Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all. 

3 Say, shall we yield Him, in costly devotion, 

Odors of Edom and offerings divine f 
Gems of the mountain and pearls of the ocean, 
Myrrh from the forest, or gold from the 
mine ? 



4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation ; 

Vainly with gifts would His favor secure : 
Richer by far is the heart's adoration ; 

Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor. 



5 Brightest and best of the sons of the morn- 
" ing, 

Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine 
:iid ; 
Star of the East, the horizon adorning, 

Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid 

BISHOP Hebeil 



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324=. IV. 2. 

THIS God is the God we adore, 
Our faithful, unchangeable friend, 
Whose love is as great as His power, 
And neither knows measure nor end. 

2 'Tis Jesus, the First and the Last, 
His spirit shall guide us safe home : 
TVe'll praise Him for all that is past, 
And trust Him for all that's to come. 

Hart. 



325. III. 3. 

COME, Thou fount of every blessing, 
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace : , 
Streams of mercy never ceasing, 

Call for songs of loudest praise. 
Teach me some melodious sonnet, 

Sung by flaming tongues above ; 
Praise the mount — I'm fixed upon it — 
Mount of Thy redeeming love. 

2 Here I raise my Ebenezer : 

Hither by Thy help I'm come ; 
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure, 

Safely to arrive at home. 
Jesus sought me when a stranger, 

Wand'ring from the fold of God ; 
He, to save my soul from danger, 

Interposed His precious blood. 

3 Oh ! to grace how great a debtor, 

Daily I'm constrained to be ! 
Let Thy grace, Lord, like a fetter, 
Bind my wand'ring heart to Thee. 
13* 



298 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it — 
Prone to leave the God I love ; 

Here's my heart, oh ! take and seal it, 
Seal it for Thy courts above ! 

RomxsoN. 



326. 

COME, let us anew 
Our journey pursue, 
Roll round with the year, 
And never stand still till the Master appear; 
His adorable will 
Let us gladly fulfill, 
And our talents improve 
By the patience of hope and the labor of love. 

2 Our life is a dream ; 
Our time, as a stream, 
Glides swiftly away, 

And the fugitive moment refuses to stay : 

The arrow is flown, 

The moment is gone, 

The millennial year 
Rushes on to our view, and eternity's here. 

3 Oh ! that each in the day 
Of His coming, may say, 

u I have fought my way through, 
I have finished the work Thou didst give me to 
do!" 
Oh ! that each from his Lord 
May receive the glad word, 
" Well and faithfully done ; 
Enter into my joy, and sit down on my 
throne !" 

Wesley. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 299 

327. S.M. 

Un ion . 

LET party names no more 
The Christian world o'er spread ; 
Gentile and Jew, and bond and free, 
Are one in Christ their head. 

2 Among the saints on earth 

Let mutual love be found ; 
Heirs of the same inheritance, 
With mutual blessings crowned. 

3 Let discord, child of hell ! 

Be banished far away ; 
Those should hi strictest friendship dwell, 
Who the same Lord obey. 

4 Thus will the Church below 

Resemble that above, 
Where streams of pleasure ever flow, 
And every heart is love. 

Beddomb. 



328. L.M. 

KINDRED in Christ, for His dear sake, 
A hearty welcome here receive ; 
May we together now partake 
The joys which only He can give ! 

2 To you and us by grace 'tis given 

To know the Saviour's precious name ; 
And shortly we shall meet in heaven, 
Our hope, our way, our end the same. 



300 HYMNS AXD DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

3 May He by whose kind care we meet, 

Send His good Spirit from above, 
Make our communications sweet, 

And cause our hearts to burn with love ! 

4 Forgotten be each worldly theme ; 

When Christians see each other thus ; 
We only wish to speak of Him 

Who lived and died, and reigns for us. 

5 We'll talk of all He did and said, 

And suffered for us here below ; 
The path He marked for us to tread, 
And what He's doing for us now. 

6 Thus* as the moments pass away, 

We'll love, and wonder, and adore ; 
And hasten on the glorious day, 

When we shall meet to part no more. 

Newton. 



329. III. 1. 

CHRISTIAN brethren, ere we part, 
Let us each with grateful heart, 
Once more to our Father raise 
Our united hymn of praise. 

2 Here perhaps we meet no more, 
But we seek a brighter shore, 
Where, above all sin and pain, 
Brethren, we shall meet again. 

3 To the Triune God of heaven 

Love and praise be ever given, 
Here, and by His hosts above, 
Endless praise, adoring love. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 301 



330. S. M. 

AND let our bodies part, 
To different scenes repair, 
Inseparably joined in heart 
The friends of Jesus are : 
Jesus the corner-stone, 

Did first our hearts unite, 
And still He keeps our spirits one, 
Who walk with Him in white. 

2 Oh ! let us still proceed 

In Jesus' work below, 
And, following our triumphant Head, 

To farther conquests go. 
The vineyard of the Lord 

Before His lab'rers lies, 
And, through His grace, a rich reward 

Awaits them in the skies. 

3 Oh ! let our heart and mind 

Continually ascend, 
That haven of rej:>ose to find, 

Where all our labors end — 
Where all our toil is o'er, 

Our sufT'rings and our pain : 
Who meet on that eternal shore, 

Shall never part again. 

"Wesley. 



331. L. M. 

JESUS, where'er Thy people meet, 
There they behold Thy mercy-seat ; 
Where'er they seek Thee, Thou art found ; 
And every place is hallowed ground. 



302 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

2 Dear Shepherd of Thy chosen few, 
Thy former mercies here renew ; 
Here to our waiting hearts proclaim 
The sweetness of Thy saving name. 

3 Here may we prove the power of prayer, 
To strengthen faith and banish care ; 

To teach our faint desires to rise 
To things unseen beyond the skies. 

4 Lord, we are few, but Thou art near ; 
ISTor short Thine arm, nor deaf Thine ear ; 
Oh ! rend the heavens this favored hour, 
Let us now feel Thy saving power. 

COWPER. 



33:3. III. 5. 

Encouragement when Error prevails. 

YES, we trust the day is breaking, 
Joyful times are near at hand ; 
God, the mighty God, is speaking, 
By His word in every land : 

Mark His progress ; 
Darkness flies at Ilis command. 

2 While the foe becomes more daring, 

While he enters like a flood, 
God the Saviour is preparing 

Means to spread Ilis truth abroad: 

Every language 
Soon shall tell the love of God. 

3 God of Jacob, high and glorious, 

Let Thy people see Thy hand ; 
Make the Gospel soon victorious 
Through the world, in every land : 

Perish idols, 
At Jehovah's dread command. 

Kklly, 



MISCELLANEOUS. 303 



333. CM. 

FOR mercies countless as the sands, 
Which daily I receive 
From Jesus, my Redeemer's hands, 
My soul, what canst thou give ? 

2 Alas ! from such a heart as mine, 

What can I bring Him forth ? 
My best is stained and dyed with sin, 
My all is nothing worth. 

3 Yet this acknowledgment I'll make 

For all He has bestowed : 
Salvation's sacred cup I'll take, 
And call upon my God. 

4 The best return for one like me, 

So wretched and so poor, 
Is from His gifts to draw a plea, 
And ask Him still for more. 

Newtobt. 



334. II. 3. 

CALL Jehovah thy salvation, 
Rest beneath th' Almighty's shade ; 
In His secret habitation 

Dwell, nor ever be dismayed ; 
There no tumult can alarm thee, 

Thou shalt dread no hidden snare ; 
Guile nor violence can harm thee, 
In eternal safeguard there. 

2 From the sword at noonday wasting, 
From the noisome pestilence, 
In the depth of midnight blasting, 
God shall be thy sure defense V 



304 HYMNS AXD DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

Fear not thou the deadly quivers, 
When a thousand feel the blow ; 

Mercy shall thy soul deliver, 
Though ten thousand be laid low. 

3 Since with pure and firm affection, 

Thou on God hast set thy love, 

With the wings of His protection, 

He will shield thee from above. 

Thou shalt call on Him in trouble, 

He will hearken, He will save, 
Here, for grief, reward thee double, 
Crown with life beyond the grave. 

Montgomery 



335. L. M. 

On laying the Foundation-stone of a Church. 

THIS stone to Thee in faith we lay ; 
We build the temple, Lord, to Thee ; 
Thine eye be open night and day, 

To guard this house and sanctuary. 

2 Here, when Thy people seek Thy face, 

And dying sinners pray to live, 
Hear Thou, in heaven, thy dwelling-place, 
And when Thou hcarest, oh ! forgive; ! 

3 Here, when Thy messengers proclaim 

The blessed gospel of Thy Son, 
Slill by the power of His great name, 
Be mighty signs and wonders done. 

4 Hosanna! to their heavenly King, 

WTien children's voices raise that song; 
Hosannal let their angels sing, 

And heaven with earth the strain prolong. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 305 

5 But will indeed Jehovah deign 

Here to abide, no transient guest ? 
Here will the world's Redeemer reign, 
And here the Holy Spirit rest ? 

6 That glory never hence depart ! 

Yet choose not, Lord, this house alone ; 
Thy kingdom come to every heart, 
Li every bosom fix Thy throne. 

Montgomery. 



336. III. I. 

Perseverance . 

HARK ! my soul, it is the Lord ; 
5 Tis thy Saviour ; hear His word ; 
Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee : 
" Say, poor sinner, lovest thou Me ? 

2 " I delivered thee when bound, 

And, when wounded, healed thy wound ; 
Sought thee wand'ring, set thee right, 
Turned thy darkness into light. 

3 " Can a woman's tender care 
Cease towards the child she bare ? 
Yes, she may forgetful be, 

Yet will I remember thee. 

4 " Mine is an unchanging love, 
Higher than the heights above, 
Deeper than the depths beneath, 
Free and faithful, strong as death. 

5 " Thou shalt see my glory soon, 
When the work of grace is done ; 
Partner of my throne shalt be ; 
Say, poor sinner, lovest thou me ?" 



306 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

6 Lord, it is my chief complaint, 
That my love is weak and faint ; 
Yet I love Thee and adore ; 
Oh ! for grace to love Thee more. 

COWPEK. 



337. L. M. 

WHO shall the Lord's elect condemn ? 
'Tis God that justifies their souls, 
And mercy, like a mighty stream, 
O'er all their sins divinely rolls. 

2 Who shall adjudge the saints to hell ? 

'Tis Christ that suffered in their stead ; 
And their salvation to fulfill, 

Behold Him rising from the dead ! 

3 He lives ! lie lives ! and sits above, 

Forever interceding there. 
Who shall divide us from His love ? 
Or who shall tempt us to despair ? 

4 Shall persecution, or distress, 
Famine, or sword, or nakedness ? 

He that hath loved us, hears us through, 
And makes us more than conquerors too. 

5 Faith hath an overcoming power, 
It triumphs in the dying hour; 
Christ is our life; our joy, our hopo, 
Nor can we sink, with such a prop, 

6 Not all that men on earth can do, 
Nor powers on high, nor powers below, 
Shall cause His mercy to remove, 

Or wean our hearts from Him Ave love. 

Watt& 



MISCELLANEOUS. 307 

338. L. M. 

The Believer's Safety. 

THAT man no guard nor weapon needs, 
Whose heart the blood of Jesus knows ; 
But safe may pass, when duty leads, 

Through burning sands or mountain snows, 

2 Released from guilt, he feels no fear, 

Redemption is his shield and tower ; 
He sees his Saviour always near, 
To help in every trying hour. 

3 His love possessing, I am blest ; 

Secure, whatever change may come, 
Whether I go to east or west, 

With Him I still shall be at home. 

4 If placed beneath the northern pole, 

Though winter reigns with rigor there, 
His gracious beams would cheer my soul, 
And make a spring throughout the year. 

5 Or if the desert's sun-burnt soil 

My lonely dwelling e'er should prove, 
His presence would support my toil, 
Whose smile is life, whose voice is love. 

Newton. 



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339. IV. 2. 

HAT think ye of Christ ? is the test 
To try both your state and your scheme; 



You can not be right in the rest, 
Unless you think rightly of Him : 

As Jesus appears in your view, 
As He is beloved or not ; 

So God is disposed to you, 

And mercy or wrath is your lot. 



308 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

2 Some take Him a creature to be — 

A man, or an angel at most ; 
Sure, these have not feelings like me, 

Nor know themselves wretched and lost : 
So guilty and helpless am I, 

I durst not confide in His blood. 
Nor on His protection rely, 

Unless I were sure He is God. 

3 Some call Him a Saviour in word, 

But mix their own works with His plan, 
And hope He His help will afford, 

When they have done all that they can. 
Some style Him the Pearl of great price, 

And say He's the fountain of joys, 
Yet feed upon folly and vice, 

And cleave to the world and its toys. 

4 If asked what of Jesus I think, 

(If He graciously give me the power,) 
I'll say He's my meat and my drink, 

My life, and my strength, and my store ; 
My Shepherd, my Guardian, my Friend, 

My Saviour from sin and from thrall, 
My Hope from beginning to end, 

My Portion, my Lord, and my All. 

Newton. 



3-1-0. L. M. 

WHAT sinners value I resign ; 
Lord, 'tis enough that Thou art mine; 
I shall behold Thy blissful face, 
And stand complete in righteousness. 

2 Tins life's a dream, an empty show: 
But the bright world to wliieh I go, 
Hath joys substantial and sincere ; 
When shall I wake and find me there? 



MISCELLANEOUS. 309 

glorious hour ! O blest abode ! 

1 shall be near and like my God, 
And flesh and sense no more control 
The sacred pleasures of the soul. 

My flesh shall slumber in the ground 
Till the last trumpet's joyful sound, 
Then burst the chains with sweet surprise, 
And in my Saviour's image rise. 

Watts. 



341. II. 2. 

Wrestling Jacob. 

COME, O Thou Traveller unknown ! 
Whom still I hold, but can not see, 
My company before is gone, 

And I am left alone with Thee ; 
With Thee all night I mean to stay, 
And wrestle till the break of day. 

2 I need not tell Thee who I am : 

My misery and sin declare ; 
Thyself hast called me by my name, 

Look on Thy hands, and read it there : 
But who, I ask Thee, who art Thou ? 
Tell me Thy name, and tell me now. 

3 In vain Thou strugglest to get free, 

I never will unloose my hold ; 
Art Thou the Man that died for me ? 

The secret of Thy love unfold ; 
Wrestling, I will not let Thee go, 
Till I Thy name, Thy nature know. 

4 Wilt Thou not yet to me reveal 

Thv new unutterable name ? 



To know it now resolved I am : 
Wrestling, I will not let Thee go, 
Till I Thy Name, Thy nature know. 



Tell me, I still beseech Thee, tell ; 



310 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

5 What though my shrinking flesh complain, 

And murmur to contend so long : 
I rise superior to my pain ; 

When I am weak, then I am strong ! 
And when my all of strength shall fail, 
I shall with the God-man prevail. 

6 Yield to me now, for I am weak, 

But confident in self-despair ; 
Speak to my heart, in blessings speak, 

Be conquered by my instant prayer ; 
Speak, or Thou never hence shalt move, 
And tell me if Thy Name be love. 

7 'Tis Love ! 'tis Love ! — Thou died'st for me ; 

I hear Thy whisper in my heart ; 
The morning breaks, the shadows flee, 

Pure, universal Love Thou art : 
To me, to all, Thy bowels move, 
Thy nature and Thy name is Love. 

8 My prayer hath power with God, the grace 

Unspeakable I now receive ; 
Through faith I see Thee face to face ; 

I see Thee face to face, and live ! 
In vain I have not wept and strove ; 
Thy nature and Thy name is Love. 

9 I know Thee, Saviour, who Thou art ; 

Jesus, the feeble sinner's friend : 
Nor wilt Thou with the night depart, 

But stay and love me to the end ; 
Thy mercies never shall remove, 
Thy nature and Thy name is Love. 

10 The Sun of Righteousness on me 

Hath rose with healing in His wings : 
Withered my nature's strength, from Thee 

My soul its life and succor brings; 
My help is all laid up above : 
Thy nature and Thy name is Love. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 311 

11 Contented now, upon my thigh 

I halt ; till life's short journey end ; 
All helplessness, all weakness, I 

On Thee alone for strength depend ; 
Nor have I power from Thee to move, 
Thy nature and Thy name is Love. 

1 2 Lame as I am, I take the prey : 

Hell, earth, and sin with ease o'ercome : 
I leap for joy, pursue my way, 

And, as a bounding hart, fly home ; 
Through all eternity to prove, 
Thy nature and Thy name is Love. 

"Wesley. 



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34:2. III. 1. 

GELS, roll the rock away ! 
Death, yield up the mighty prey ! 
See, the Saviour quits the tomb, 
Glowing with immortal bloom. 

Alleluia, Alleluia, 
Christ the Lord is risen to-day. 

2 Shout, ye seraphs ; angels, raise 
Your eternal song of praise ; 
Let the earth's remotest bound 
Echo to the blissful sound. 

Alleluia, Alleluia, 
Christ the Lord is risen to-day. 

3 Holy Father, Holy Son, 
Holy Spirit, Three in One, 
Glory as of old to Thee 
Now and evermore shall be. 

Alleluia, Alleluia, 
Christ the Lord is risen to-day. 

GlBBOh*S. 



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343. hi. 5. 

N the mountain's top appearing, 
Lo ! the sacred herald stands, 
Welcome news to Zion bearing, 

Zion long in hostile lands. 
Mourning captive ! God Himself shall loose 
thy bands. 

2 Lo ! thy sun is risen in glory ! 

God Himself appears thy friend ; 
All thy foes shall flee before thee ; 

Here their boasted triumph ends : 
Great deliverance Zion's King will surely 
send. 

3 Enemies no more shall trouble ; 

All thy wrongs shall be redressed ; 
For thy shame thou shalt have double, 

In thy Maker's favor blest ; 
All thy conflicts end in an eternal rest. 

Kelly. 



PEOPLE of the living God, 
I have sought the world around, 
Paths of sin and sorrow trod, 

Peace and comfort nowhere found. 

2 Now to you my spirit turns — 

Turns, a fugitive unblest; 
Brethren, where your altar burns, 
Oh ! receive me into rest. 

3 Lonely T no longer roam, 

Like the cloud, the wind, the wave; 
Where you dwell shall be my home, 
Where you die shall be my grave. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 313 

Mine the God whom you adore ; 

Your Redeemer shall be mine ; 
Earth can fill my soul no more, 

Every idol I resign. 

MONTGOMERY 



34L5. 

GOD, that madest earth and heaven, 
Darkness and light, 
Who the day for toil hath given, 

For rest the night, 
May Thine angel guards defend us, 
Slumber sweet Thy mercy send us, 
Holy dreams and hopes attend us, 
This live-long night. 

2 Thou who dost reign in light, 
Thy children hear, 
In the solemn hour of night, 

Be to us near ; 
Then throughout eternity, 
Songs of praise we'll sing to Thee, 
To whom hallelujahs be, 
Forever more. 



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346. III. L 

X a land of strange delight, 
My transported spirit strayed ; 

I awake where all is night, 
Silence, solitude, and shade. 



2 Is the dream of nature flown, 
Is the universe destroyed, 
Man extinct and I alone, 

Breathing through the formless void ? 
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314 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

3 No, my soul, in God rejoice, 

Through the gloom His light I see ; 
In the silence hear His voice, 
And His hand is over me. 

4 When I slumber in the tomb, 

He wiD guard my resting place ; 
Fearless in the day of doom, 
I shall see Him face to face. 



Montgomery. 



34L7. 

WHEN shall we meet again, 
Meet ne'er to sever ? 
When will peace wreathe her chain 
Round us forever ? 

2 Our hearts will ne'er repose, 
Safe from each blast that blows, 
In this dark vale of woes, 

Never, no never. 

3 When shall love freely flow, 

Pure as life's river ? 
When shall sweet friendship glow 
Changeless forever? 

4 Where joys celestial thrill, 
Where bliss each heart shall fill. 
And fears of parting chill, 

Never, no never. 

5 Up to that world of light, 

Take us, dear Saviour, 
May we all there unite, 
Happy forever. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 315 

6 Where kindred spirits dwell, 
There may our music swell, 
And time our joys dispel, 

Never, no never. 

7 Soon shall we meet again, 

Meet ne'er to sever ! 
Soon shall peace wreathe her chain, 
Round us forever. 

8 Our hearts will then repose, 
Secure from worldly woes, 
Our songs of praise shall close, 

Never, no never. 



348. L. M. 

ANOTHER fleeting day is gone : 
In solemn silence rest, my soul ! 
Bow down before His awful throne, 
Who bids the morn and evening roll. 

2 Soon shall a darker night descend, 

And veil from thee yon azure skies ; 
And soon shall death's oppressive hand 
Lie heavy on these languid eyes. 

3 Yet when beneath the dreadful shade 

I lay my weary frame to rest, 
That night shall not make me afraid ; 
That bed the dying Saviour pressed. 

4 Again emerging from the night, 

I, like my risen Lord shall rise ; 
Again drink in the morning light, 
Pure at its fount above the skies. 

Collteb. 



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349. 

Looking to Jesus. 

SILENT Lamb ! for me Thou hast endured, 
Jesus, Thou holy, perfect, sinless One ! 
Thy grief and bitter anguish have secured 

My soul's salvation when this race is run ; 
Then let me, to Thine image true, 
Thus meekly suffer with the crown in view. 

2 The narrow w r ay that leads us up to heaven, 

Must here through strife and tribulation lie ; 
Then on the thorny path may strength be 
given, 

This sinful flesh, O Lord ! to crucify. 
Oh ! take this feebleness away, 
And make me strong to meet each future day. 

3 Here daily crosses come to try our weakness, 

Here every member must some burden 
bear ; 
But, O my Saviour ! if I take with meekness, 

The cross appointed by Thy love and care, 
Too great, too long it will not be, 
For it is weighed and measured out by Thee. 

BOGATZKI. 



350, 

WHAT is life? His but a vapor; 
Soon it Vanishes! away. 
Life is but, a dying taper — 

O my soul, why wish to stay ! 
Why not spread your wings and fly 
Straight to yonder world of joy t 

2 See that glory, how resplendent! 
Brighter far than fanov paints; 
There In majesty transcendent, 

Jesus reigns the king of saints. 

Why not spread, etc. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 317 

Joyful crowds His throne surrounding, 
Sing with rapture of His love ; 

Through the heavens his praise resounding, 
Filling all the courts above. 

Why not spread, etc. 

Go, and share his people's glory, 

'Mid the ransomed crowd appear ; 
Thine a joyful, wondrous story — 
One that angels love to hear. 

Why not spread, etc. 

Kklly. 



351- 

FATHER, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
In gracious power come down : 
Save this child by nature lost, 

And take him for Thine own. 
Hear us, sinful worms of earth, 

While on his behalf we pray ; 
Grant him that celestial birth, 
No water can convey. 

2 Vain is every outward rite 

Unless Thy grace be given ; 
Nothing but Thy life and light 

Can form a soul for heaven. 
Jesus, Thou wast once a child 

Bid this infant come to Thee ; 
Thine alone may he be sealed 

To all eternity. 

3 Let Thy promised inward grace 

Accompany the sign ; 
On his new-born soul impress 

The glorious name divine. 
Father, now Thy love reveal, 

Jesus, now Thy mind impart ; 
Holy Ghost, renew and dwell 

Forever in His heart. 



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352. II. 5. 

NE sole baptismal sign, 

One Lord, below, above — 
Zion, one faith is thine, 

Only one watchword — love. 
From different temples though it rise, 
One song ascendeth to the skies. 

Our sacrifice is one ; 

One Priest before the throne — 
The slain, the risen Son, 

Redeemer Lord alone : 
And sighs from contrite hearts that spring, 
Our chief, our choicest offering. 

Head of Thy Church beneath, 

The Catholic, the true ; 
On all Thy members breathe — 

Her broken frame renew : 
Then shall Thy perfect will be done, 
When Christians love and live as one. 

G. Hobixson. 



s 



353. L. M. 

WKET is the work, my God my King, 

To praise Thy name, give thanks and sing; 
To show Thy love by morning light, 
And tell of all Thy truth at night. 



2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest ; 

No mortal cares shall seize my breast ; 
Oh I may my heart in tune be found, 
Like David's harp of solemn sound. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 319 

3 My soul shall triumph in my Lord, 

And bless His works, and bless His word ; 
His works of grace, how bright they shine ! 
How deep His counsels, how divine ! 

4 Oh ! let me share a glorious part, 
Let grace divine refine my heart ; 
And fresh supplies of joy be shed, 
Like holy oil to cheer my head. 

5 Then shall I see, and hear, and know 
All I desired or wished below ; 
And every power find sweet employ 
In that eternal world of joy. 

Watts 



354r. II. 2 

THERE is a thought can lift the soul 
Above the narrow sphere that bounds it — 
A star that sheds it mild control, 

Brightest when grief's dark cloud sur- 
rounds it : 
And pours a soft pervading ray, 
Life's ills can never chase away. 

2 When earthly joys have left the breast, 

And e'en the last fond hope that's cherished 
Of mortal bliss, too, like the rest, 

Beneath woe's withering touch has perished, 
With fadeless lustre streams that light, 
A halo on the brow of night. 

3 And bitter were our sojourn here 

In this dark wilderness of sorrow, 
Did not that rainbow beam appear, 

The herald of a brighter morrow — 
A friendly beacon from on high 
To guide us to eternity. 



320 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 



355. S. M. 

MY times are in Thy hand ; 
My God, I wish them there ; 
My life, my friends, my sonl I leave 
Entirely to Thy care. 

2 My times are in Thy hand, 

Whatever •they may be ; 
Pleasing or painful, dark or bright, 
As best may seem to Thee. 

3 My times are in Thy hand : 

Why should I doubt or fear ? 
My Father's hand will never cause 
His child a needless tear. 

4 My times are in Thy hand, 

Jesus, the crucified ; 
The hand my cruel sins had pierced 
Is now my guard and guide. 

5 My times are in Thy hand, 

Jesus, my Advocate ; 
Nor shall Thy hand be stretched in vain, 
For me to supplicate. 

G My times are in Thy hand ; 

I'll always trust in Thee ; 
And after death, at Thy right hand, 
I shall forever be. 



356. iv. 2. 



^O Jesus, the crown of my hope, 

My sonl is in haste to be gone: 
Oh! bear me, ye cherubim, Up, 
And waft me away to His throne. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 321 

My Saviour, whom absent I love, 
Whom, not having seen,* I adore; 

Whose name is exalted above 
All glory, dominion, and power ; 

2 Dissolve Thou these bonds, that detain 

My soul from her portion in Thee ; 
Oh ! strike off this adamant chain, 

And make me eternally free. 
When that happy era begins, 

When arrayed in Thy glories I shine, 
Nor grieve any more by my sins, 

The bosom on which I recline ; 

3 Oh ! then shall the veil be removed, 

And round me Thy brightness be poured ; 
I shall meet Him whom absent I loved, 

I shall see, whom unseen I adored. 
And then, never more shall the fears, 

The trials, temptations, and woes, 
Which darken this valley of tears, 

Intrude on my blissful repose. 

4 Or, if yet remembered above, 

Remembrance no sadness shall raise ; 
They will be but new signs of Thy love, 

New themes for my wonder and praise. 
Thus the strokes which from sin and from 
pain 
Shall set me eternally free, 
Will but strengthen and rivet the chain 
Which binds me, my Saviour, to Thee. 

Cowpeb. 

357. II. 0. 

EEJOICE, rejoice,believers, 
And let your lights appear, 
The evening is advancing, 
And darker night is near ; 
14* 



322 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

The Bridegroom is arising, 
And soon He draweth nigh ; 

Up ! pray and watch and wrestle, 
At midnight comes the cry. 

2 See that your lamps are burning, 

Replenish them with oil ; 
And wait for your salvation, 

The end of earthly toil. 
The watchers on the mountains, 

Proclaim the Bridegroom near ; 
Go meet Him as He cometh, 

With hallelujahs clear. 

3 Ye saints who here in patience, 

Your cross and sufferings bore ; 
Shall live and reign forever, 

Where sorrow is no more. 
Around the throne of glory, 

The Lamb ye shall behold ; 
In triumph cast before Him 

Your diadems of gold. 

4 Our hope and expectation, 

O Jesus ! now appear ; 
Arise ! thou sun so longed for, 

O'er this benighted sphere. 
With hearts and hands uplifted, 

We plead O Lord ! to see 
The day of earth's redemption, 

That brings us unto Thee. 



German. 



358. 

BROKKX-I1KAUTKI), weep no more! 
Hear what comfort lie hath spoken, 
Smoking ilax who ne'er hath quenehed, 
Braised reed who ne'er hath broken : 



MISCELLANEOUS. 323 

"Ye who wander here below, 
Heavy laden as you go ! 
Come with grief, with sin oppressed, 
Come to me and be at rest !" 

2 Lamb of Jesus' blood-bought flock, 

Brought again from sin and straying, 
Hear the Shepherd's gentle voice, 

'Tis a true and faithful saying : 
" Greater love how can there be, 
Than to yield up life for thee ? 
Bought with pain, and tears, and sigh, 
Turn and live ! why will ye die ?" 

3 Broken-hearted, weep no more ! 

Far from consolation flying, 
He who calls hath felt thy wound, 

Seen thy weeping, heard thy sighing : 
" Bring thy broken heart to me ; 
Welcome offering it shall be ; 
Streaming tears, and bursting sighs, 
Mine accepted sacrifice." 



359. S. M. 

U T^OREVER with the Lord!" 
Jl Amen ! so let it be : 
Life from the dead is in the word : 
'Tis immortality. 

2 Here in the body pent, 

Absent from Him I roam ! 
Yet nightly pitch my moving tent, 
A day's march nearer home. 



324 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

3 My Father's house on high ! 

Home of my soul — how near, 
At times, to faith's aspiring eye, 
Thy golden gates appear ! 

4 Ah ! then my spirit faints, 

To reach the land I love ; 
The bright inheritance of saints, 
Jerusalem above ! 

5 Oh ! when my latest breath 

Shall rend the veil in twain ; 
By death I shall escape from death, 
And life eternal gain. 

6 " Knowing as I am known !" 

How shall I love that word — 
And oft repeat before the throne 
:i Forever with the Lord." 

Montgomery 



360. II. 4. 

UPWARD I lift mine eyes, 
From God is all my aid ; 
The God that built the skies, 
And earth and nature made. 
God is the tower 
To which I ily ; 
His grace is nigh 
In every hour. 



My feet shall never slide, 
Ami fall in fatal snares ; 

Since God, my guard and guide, 
Defends me from my fears. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 325 

Those wakeful eyes 

That never sleep, 

Shall Israel keep 
When dangers raise. 



No burning heats by day, 

Nor blasts of evening air, 
Shall take my health away. 
If God be with me there. 
Thou art my sun, 
And Thou my shade, 
To guard my head 
By night or noon. 



Hast Thou not given Thy word, 
To save my soul from death ? 
And I can trust my Lord 
To keep my soul from death. 
I'll go and come, 
Nor fear to die, 
Till from on high 
Thou call'st me home. 

Watth 



361. 

AROUND the throne ot God in heaven 
Thousands of children stand ; 
Children who feel their sins forgiven, 

A holy, happy band — 
Singing glory! glory! glory be to God oi> 
hiffh! 



326 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

2 In flowing robes of spotless white, 

See every one arrayed ; 
Dwelling in everlasting light, 

And joys that never fade. 
Singing glory ! glory ! glory be to God on 
high ! 

3 What brought them to that world above ? 

That heaven so bright and fair ; 
Where all is peace and joy and love ? 

How came those children there, 
Singing glory ! glory ! glory be to God on 
high ! 

4 Because the Saviour shed His blood 

To wash away their sin ; 
Bathed in this pure and precious flood 

Behold them white and clean, 
Singing calory ! glory ! glory be to God on 
high! 

5 On earth they sought the Saviour's grace, 

On earth they loved His name ; 
So now they see His blessed face, 

And stand before the Lamb, 
Singing glory ! glory ! glory be to God on 
Tiigh! 



36-2. L. M. 

I^AUEWELL, dear friends, I must begone, 
I have no home nor stay with you ; 
I'll take my staff and travel on, 
Till I a better world shall view. 
IHl march to Canaan^ s land, 

I'll land on Canaan's shore, 
Where pleasures never end, 

And troubles come no more. 
FareweHf farewell, farewell, 
My lo V ing friends, farewell 



MISCELLANEOUS. 32 V 

2 Farewell iny friends, time rolls along, 

Nor waits for mortal's care or bliss ; 
I leave you here and travel on, 
Till I arrive where Jesus is. 

3 Farewell, my brethren in the Lord, 

To you I'm bound in cords of love ; 
Yet we believe His gracious word, 
We all shall meet Him soon above. 

4 Farewell, old soldiers of the cross, 

You've struggled long and hard for heaven ; 
You've counted all things new but dross. 
Fio^ht on ! the crown shall soon be sriven. 



363. S. M. 

LORD, in the strength of grace, 
With a glad heart and free, 
Myself, my residue of days, 
I consecrate to Thee. 

2 Thy ransomed servant, I 

Restore to Thee thine own ; 
And from this moment live or die, 
To serve my God alone. 

Wesley. 



364r. L. M. 

Sabbath Evening. 

BLEST Sabbath eve ! thy holy calm, 
How welcome to the weary breast ; 
How sweetly sounds the household psalm, 
Which lulls thy sacred hours to rest. 



328 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY 

2 This day within Thy courts, O Lord ! 

Thy waiting saints have met with Thee ; 

Our eyes have seen, our ears have heard, 

What prophets longed to hear and see. 

3 A thousand days may not compare 

With one which in Thy courts we spend 
May every day that finds us there, 
To life a holier impulse lend. 

4 Through every scene of worldly strife, 

A Sabbath blessing with us go ; 
In every day of common life, 
A Sabbath spirit may we show. 

5 Within Thine earthly courts, may we 

With grace for earthly work be blest ; 
Till in Thy house above, we see, 
The Sabbath of our endless rest. 



o 



365. IV. 2. 

II ! had I the wings of a dove, 

I'd make my escape and be gone ; 
I'd mix with the spirits above, 

Who encompass yon heavenly throne. 
I'd fly from all labor and toil, 

To the place where the weary have rest: 
I'd haste from contention and broil, 

To the peaceful abodes of the blest 

2 How happy are they who no more 

Have to feel the assault of the foe ! 
Arrived on the heavenly shore. 

They have left all their conflicts below ; 
They are Tar from all danger and (ear, 

While remembrance enhances their joys, 
As the storm, when escaped, doth endear 

The retreat that the haven supplies. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 329 

Around that magnificent throne, 

Where the Lamb all His glory displays, 
United forever in one, 

His people are singing His praise : 
How holy, how happy are they, 

Xo tongue can express their delight ; 
My soul, now unwilling to stay, 

Prepares for her heavenly flight. 

But no ! my desire is not good — 

Impatience, not faith, is its source ; 
While He who redeemed me with blood, 

Still says to me, " Carry the Cross." 
O Lord ! let me think of the day 

When Thou wast rejected of men ; 
And put the base wish far away, 

And never be fearful again. 

Nor less my perverseness forgive, 

That when ease and prosperity come, 
Thy servant is willing to live, 

And his exile prefers to his home. 
Ah ! Lord ! what a sinner am I, 

My hope is in mercy alone ; 
Forgive me, forgive me ! I cry, 

Still count me through grace for Thine own, 

Kellet. 



o 



366. III. 3. 

H ! the hour when this material 
Shall have vanished like a cloud ; 

When amid the wide ethereal, 
All the invisible shall crowd. 



330 HTMOT AXD DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

And the naked soul surrounded 

With realities unknown, 
Triumph in the view unbounded, 

Feel herself with God alone. 

2 In that sudden strange transition, 

By what new and liner sense 
Shall she grasp the mighty vision, 

And receive its influence ? 
Angels, guard the new immortal 

Through the wonder-teeming space, 
To the everlasting portal — 

To the spirit's resting place. 

3 "Will she there no fond emotion, 

Xaught of earthly love, retain ? 
Or absorbed in pure devotion, 

Will no mortal trace remain ? 
Can the grave those ties dissever 

With the very heart-strings twined ; 
Must she part, and part forever 

With the friends she leaves behind ? 

4 No ! the past she still rememl 

Faith and hope surviving too, 
Ever watch the deeping embers 

Which must rise and live anew. 
For the widowed, lonely spirit, 

Incomplete till clothed afresh — 
I. ogg] rfection to inherit, 

[. age to triumph in the flesh. 

5 Angels! let the ransomed stranger 

In your tender care be bl< 
Hoping, trusting, free from danger, 

Till the trumpet end her r< 
Till the trump which shakes creation, 

Through the circling heavens shall roll; 
Till the day of consummation, 

Till the bridal of the souL 



MISCELLANEOUS. 331 

6 Can I trust a fellow-being, 

Can I trust an angePs care ? 
Oh ! Thou merciful, all-seeing, 

Shine around my spirit there. 
Jesus ! blessed Mediator, 

Thou the airy path hast trod ; 
Thou the Judge, the Consummator, 

Shepherd of the fold of God. 

7 Blessed fold ! no foe can enter, 

And no friend departeth thence ; 
Jesus is their sun, their centre, 

And their shield Omnipotence. 
Blessed, for the Lamb shall feed them, 

All their tears shall wipe away, 
To the living fountains lead them 

Till fruition's perfect day. 

8 Lo ! it comes — that day of wonder, 

Louder chorals shake the skies ; 
Gates of death are burst asunder, 

See the new-clothed myriads rise. 
Thought ! repress thy weak endeavor, 

Here must reason prostrate fall ; 
Oh ! the ineffable Forever ! 

And the eternal All-in-all ! 



367. III. 5. 

GLORY, glory, everlasting, 
Be to Him who bore the cross ; 
Who redeemed our souls by tasting 
Death — the death deserved by us ; 

Spread His glory, 
Who redeemed His people thus. 



332 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY 

2 His is love — 'tis love unbounded, 

Without measure, without end ; 
Human thought is here confounded, 
'Tis too vast to comprehend ; 

Praise the Saviour, 
Magnify the sinner's Friend ! 

3 While we hear the wondrous story 

Of the Saviour's cross and shame, 
Sing we " everlasting glory 
Be to God and to the Lamb ;" 

Saints and angels, 
Give ye glory to His name. 



368. C. M, 

LORD Jesus, are we one with Thee ? 
O height, O depth of love ! 
One with us on the cursed tree ? 
We one with Thee above ? 

2 Such was Thy grace, that, for our sake, 

Thou didst from heaven come down ; 
Our mortal flesh and blood partake, 
In all our misery one. 

3 Our sins, our guilt, in love divine, 

Confessed and borne by Thee ; 
The gall, the curse, the wrath were Thine 
To set Thy members free. 

4 Ascended now, in glory bright, 

Still one with us Thou art ; 
Nor life, nor death, nor depth, nor height, 
Thy saints and Thee can part. 

5 Oh ! teach us, Lord, to know and own 

This wondrous mystery ; 
That Thou with us art truly one, 
And we are one with Thee. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 333 

6 Soon, soon shall come that glorious day, 
Where, seated on Thy Throne, 
Thou shalt to wondering worlds display 
That Thou with us art one. 



369. C. M. 

SAVIOUR ! in mercy hear the sighs 
Which unto Thee we send ; 
To Thee our inmost spirit cries, 
Our Life, our Hope, our End ! 

2 Abide with us, and with Thy light 
Illume the soul's abyss ; 
Dispel the darkness of our night, 
Bring in Thy day of bliss. 



D 



370. C LI 

WELL not, my searching soul, 

On ritual shadows now ; 
Christ is the Lamb all pure and whole ; 
The ransomed first-born tJiou. 



2 Now get thy house within, 

Slay, eat, anoint thy door ; 
The dread Avenger comes not in 
To smite, but passeth o 'er. 

3 He looks and calls from high, 

Art thou to die or live ? 
He hears the posts and lintels cry, 
Forgive ! forgive ! forgive ! 



334 HSTMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

4 I hear the Accuser roar, 

Of ills that I have done ; 
I know them well, and thousands more ; 
Jehovah findcth none. 

5 Sin, Satan, Death, press near, 

To harass and appal ; 
Let but my Advocate appear, 
Backward they go and fall. 

6 Before, behind, around, 

They set their fierce array, 
To fight and force me from my ground, 
Along Emmanuel's way. 

7 I meet them face to face, 

Through Jesus' conquest blest ; 
March in the triumph of His grace, 
Right onward to my rest. 

8 There in His book I bear 

A more than conq'ror's name — 
A soldier, son, and fellow-heir, 
Who fought and overcame. 

9 This be the Victor's name, 

Who fought our fight alone ; 

Triumphant saints no honor claim, 

Their conquest was His own. 



371. III. 2. 

WHEN this passing world is done, 
When has sunk yon glaring sun ; 
When we stand with Christ in glory, 
Looking o'er life's finished story; 
Then, Lord, shall I fully know — 
Not till then — how much I owe. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 335 

When I hear the wicked call 
On the rocks and hills to fall, 
When I see them start and shrink 
On the fiery deluge brink : 
Then, Lord, shall I fully know — 
Not till then — how much I owe. 



3 When I stand before the throne, 
Dressed in beauty not my own ; 
When I see Thee as Thou art, 
Love Thee with unsmiling heart ; 
Then, Lord, shall I fully know, 
Not till then — how much I owe. 



Oft I walk beneath the cloud, 
Dark as midnight's gloomy shroud ; 
But when fear is at the height, 
Jesus comes, and all is light ; 
Blessed Jesus ! bid me show 
Doubting saints how much I owe. 



When in flowery paths I tread, 

Oft by sin I'm captive led ; 

Oft I fall— but still arise— 

The Spirit comes — the tempter flies ; 

Blessed Spirit ! bid me show 

Weary sinners all I owe. 



Oft the nights of sorrow reign, 
Weeping, sickness, sighing, pain ; 
But a night Thine anger burns, 
Morning comes and joy returns ; 
God of comforts ! bid me show 
To Thy poor how much I owe, 

McCheyki. 



836 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 



372. S. M. 

THE Church has waited long, 
Her absent Lord to see, 
And still in loneliness she waits, 

A friendless stranger she. 
Age after age has gone, 
Sun after sun has set, 
And still in weeds of widowhood, 
She weeps a mourner yet. 

Come, then, Lord Jesus, come ! 

2 Saint after saint on earth 

Has lived, and loved, and died ; 
And as they left us one by one, 

We laid them side by side ; 
We laid them down to sleep, 

But not in hope forlorn ; 
We laid them but to ripen there, 

Till the last glorious morn. 

Come, then, Lord Jesus, come ! 

3 We long to hear Thy voice, 

To see Thee face to face, 
To share Thy crown and glory then, 

As now we share Thy grace. 
Should not the loving bride 

Her absent bridegroom mourn t 
Should she not wear the signs of grief 

Until her Lord return ? 

Come, then, Lord Jesus, come! 

4 The whole creation groans, 

And waits to hear that voice 
That shall her beaut eousness restore, 
And make her wastes rejoice. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 337 

Come, Lord, and wipe away 

The curse, the sin, the stain, 
And make this blighted world of ours 
Thine own fair world again. 

Come, then, Lord Jesus, come ! 

Bonak. 



A 



373. L. M. 

H ! my dear Lord ! whose changeless love 
To me nor earth nor hell can part, 

When shall my feet forget to rove ; 
Ah ! what shall fix this faithless heart ? 



2 Why do these cares my soul divide, 

If Thou indeed hast set me free ? 
Why am I thus, if Thou hast died, 
If Thou hast died to ransom me ? 

3 Around me clouds of darkness roll, 

In deepest night I still walk on ; 
Heavily moves my fainting soul, 
My comfort and my God are gone. 

4 O Love ! Thy sovereign aid impart, 

And guard the gifts Thyself hast given ; 
My portion Thou ; my treasure art, 
And life, and happiness, and heaven. 

5 Would aught with Thee my wishes share, 

Though dear as life the idol be, 
The idol from my breast I'll tear, 
Resolved to seek my all from Thee. 

6 Whate'er I fondly counted mine, 

To Thee, my Lord, I her® restore ; 
Gladly I all for Thee resign ; 
Give me Thyself, I ask no more. 
15 



338 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

374. S. M. 

AND wilt Thou yet be found, 
And may I still draw near ? 
Then listen to the plaintive sound 
Of a poor sinner's prayer. 

2 Jesus, thine aid afford, 

For still the same Thou art ; 
To Thee I look — to Thee, my Lord, 
Lift up a helpless heart. 

3 Thou seest my troubled breast, 

The stragglings of my will — 
The foes that interrupt my rest, 
The agonies I feel. 

4 The daily death I prove, 

Saviour, to Thee is known ; 
'Tis worse than death my God to love, 
And not my God alone. 

5 my offended Lord ! 

Restore my inward peace ; 
I know Thou canst : pronounce the word, 
And bid the tempest cease ! 

375. L. M. 

THOU man of griefs, remember me, 
Who never canst Thyself forget 
Thy last mysterious agony, 

Thy fainting pangs and bloody sweat ; 
When wrestling in the strength of prayer, 

Thy spirit sunk beneath its load; 
Thy feeble flesh abhorred to bear 
The wrath of an Almighty God. 

2 Father, If I may call Thee so, 

Regard my fearful heart's desire ; 
Remove this load of guilty woe, 

Nor let me in my sins expire: 



MISCELLANEOUS. 889 

I tremble lest the wrath divine, 
Which bruises now my sinful soul, 

Should bruise this sinful soul of mine 
Long as eternal ages roll. 

3 To Thee my last distress I bring, 

The heightened fear of death I find ; 
The tyrant brandishing his sting, 

Appears and hell is close behind ! 
I deprecate that death alone, 

That endless banishment from Thee ! 
Oh ! save and give me to Thy Son, 

Who trembled, wept, and bled for me ! 

Wesley. 



376. 

T/ie Ascerurion. 



RISE, glorious Conqueror, rise, 
Into Thy native skies — 
Assume Thy right ; 
And when in many a fold, 
The clouds are backward rolled, 
Pass through those gates of gold, 
And reign in light ! 

2 Victor o'er death and hell ! 
Cherubic legions swell 

The radiant train ; 
Praises all heaven inspire — 
Each angel sweeps his lyre, 
And waves his wings of fire : 

Thou Lamb once slain ! 

3 Enter, incarnate God ! 

No feet but Thine have trod 

The Serpent down ; 
Blow the full trumpets, blow I 
Wider yon portals throw ! 
Saviour ! triumphant go, 

And take Thv crown ! 



340 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

4 Lion of Judah, hail ! 
And let Thy name prevail, 

From age to age : 
Lord of the rolling years, 
Claim for Thine own the spheres ; 
For Thou hast bought with tears 

Thy heritage. 

5 Yet, who are these behind, 
In number more than mind 

Can count or say : 
Clothed in immortal stoles, 
Illumining the poles — 
A galaxy of souls, 

In white array ? 

6 And then was heard afar, 
Star answering to star : 

Lo ! these have come ; 
Followers of Him who gave 
His life their lives to save ; 
And now their palms they wave — 

Brought safely home. 

7 O Lord ! ascend Thy throne ! 
For Thou shalt rule alone, 

Beside Thy Sire ; 
With the great Paraclete — 
The three in One complete — 
Before whose awful feet 

All foes expire ! 

Bhydges. 



377. 

•ah am ] 
ficienl j 
Shall guide me all my happy days, 



T1HE Cod of Abraham praise, 
1 Whose all-sufficient grace 



In all His ways, 






MISCELLANEOUS. 341 

He calls a worm His friend — 

He calls Himself my God ; 
And He shall save me to the end, 

Through Jesus' blood. 

2 Though nature's strength deca) r , 

And earth and hell withstand ; 
To Canaan's bounds I urge my way, 

At God's command. 
The watery deep I pass, 

With Jesus in my view ; 
And through the howling wilderness 

My way pursue. 

3 The goodly land I see, 

With peace and plenty blest ; 
The land of sacred liberty, 

And endless rest. 
There milk and honey flow, 

And oil and wine abound ; 
And trees of life forever grow, 

With mercy crowned. 

4 Before the great Three One 

They all exulting stand ; 
And tell the wonders He hath done, 

Through all their land. 
The listening spheres attend, 

And swell the growing fame ; 
And sing in songs which never end, 

The wondrous name. 

o Before the Saviour's face, 

The ransomed nations bow , . 
Overwhelmed with His Almighty grace, 

Forever new : 
He shows His prints of love — 

They kindle to a flame ; 
And sound through all the worlds above, 

The slaughtered Lamb.* Olivers. 

* The other verses of this Hymn may be found in the 
Prayer Book Selection. 



342 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

378. 

" Unto you who believe, he is precious."— Pet. 2 : 7. 

1NEED Thee, blessed Jesus, for I am full of sin, 
My soul is dark and guilty, my heart is dead 
within ; 
I need the cleansing fountain, where I can always 

flee— 
The blood of Christ most precious, the sinner's per- 
fect plea. 

2 I need Thee, precious Jesus, for I am very poor ; 
A stranger and a pilgrim, I have no earthly store ; 
I need the love of Jesus to cheer me on my way. 
To guide my doubting footsteps, to be my strength, 

my stay. 

3 I need Thee, precious Jesus, I need a friend like 

Thee— 
A friend to sooth and sympathize, a friend to care 

for me ; 
I need the heart of Jesus to feel each anxious care, 
To tell my every want and all my sorrows share. 

4 I need Thee, precious Jesus, for I am very blind, 

A weak and foolish wanderer, with a dark and evil 

mind ; 
I need the light of Jesus to tread the thorny road, 
To guide me safe to glory where I shall see toy God. 

5 I need Thee, precious Jesus, I need Thee day by day, 
To fill me with Thy fullness, to lead me on my way ; 
I need Thy Holy Spirit to teach me what 1 am, 

To show me more of Jesus, to point me to the 
Lamb. 

6 I need Thee, precious Jesus, and hope to see Thee 

soon, 
Knoircled with a rainbow, and scaled on Thy throne; 
There with Thy blood-bought children, my joy shall 

ever be, 
To sing Thy praises, Jesus; to gaze, my Lord, on 

Thee. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 343 



379. 



SINCE o'er Thy footstool here below, 
Such radiant gems are strewn, 
Oh ! what magnificence must glow, 
My God, about Thy throne ! 
So brilliant here those drops of light — 
There the full ocean rolls, how bright ! 

2 If night's blue curtain of the sky 

With thousand stars inwrought, 
Hung like a royal canopy 

With glittering diamonds fraught — 
Be, Lord, Thy temple's outer veil, 
What splendor at the shrine must dwell ! 

3 The dazzling sun at noontide hour, 

Forth from his flaming vase, 
Flinging o'er earth the golden shower, 

Till vale and mountain blaze — 
But shows, O Lord ! one beam of Thine : 
What then the day where Thou dost shine ! 

4 Ah ! how shall these dim eyes endure 

That noon of living rays, 
Or how my spirit so impurej 
Upon Thy glory gaze ? 
Anoint, O Lord ! anoint my sight, 
And robe me for that world of light ! 

Muhlenberg. 



380. IV. 4. 

Epiphany, Isaiah 60. 

RISE, daughter of Zion, thy mourning is o'er, 
The night that hath veiled thee shall veil 
thee no more ; 



344 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

Wear the robes of the morning, arise thou, 

and shine, 
For the beauty and light of Jehovah are 

thine. 

2 Oh ! lift up thine eyes, look around thee and 

see 
How thy children are gathering together to 

thee, 
Like doves on the wing, flying home to be 

blest 
At thine altar, with peace, in thy bosom, 

with rest. 

3 From the sea's farthest shores, and like its full 

tide, 
The nations new-born, how they flock to thy 

side, 
To freedom forth springing, thy light having 

seen, 
They own thee a mother, and hail thee a 

queen. 

4 Who wasted thee once, humbly kneel at thy 

throne, 
Rejoicing thy sceptre of mercy to own : 
And the proud ones that hailed not the dawn 

of thy day, 
In the blaze of its noon shall but wither away. 

5 In thy kingdom of love shall all violence 

cease ; 
Thine exactors be justice, thine officers peace, 
All righteous thy people, all truth be thy 

ways, 
Salvation thy bulwarks, thy portals be praise. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 345 

6 Jehovah thy beauty, thy brightness, thy 
crown, 
Thy moon shall ne'er wane, and thy sun ne'er 

go dow r n, 
And the tide of thy glory, no ebbing to 
know, 
From ages eternal to ages shall flow. 

Muhlenberg. 



381. 

BEHOLD the Lamb ! 
O Thou for sinners slain, 
Let it not be in vain 

That Thou hast died ; 
Thee for my Saviour let me take, 
Thee, Thee alone my refuge make, 
Thy pierced side. 

2 Behold the Lamb ! 
Archangels — fold your wings ; 
Seraphs — hush all the strings 

Of million lyres : 
The Victim, veiled on earth, in love 
Unveiled — enthroned — adored above, 

All heaven admires ! 

3 Behold the Lamb ! 
Saints, who, in blissful rest 
Wait to be fully blest ; 

O Lord ! — how long ! 
Thou church on earth, o'erwhelmed with 

fears, 
Still in this vale of woe and tears, 

Swell the full song. 

4 Behold the Lamb ! 
Worthy is He alone, 
To sit upon the throne 

Of God above! 



346 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

One with the Ancient of all (lavs, 
One with the Paraclete in praise, 
All Lisfht— all Love ! 



Brydgks. 



IV. 4. 



I 



" I would not live alway." — Job 7 : 16. 

WOULD not live alway — live alway below! 
Oh ! no, I'll not linger, when bidden to go. 

The days of our pilgrimage granted us here, 

Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its 
cheer. 

Would I shrink from the path which the pro- 
phets of God, 

Apostles and martyrs, so joyfully trod? 

While brethren and friends are all hastening 
home, 

Like a spirit unblest, o'er the earth would I 
roam ? 

2 I would not live alway — I ask not to stay. 
Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the 

way ; 
Where seeking for peace, we but hover 

around, 
Like the patriarch's bird, and no resting is 

found ; 
Where Hope, when she paints her gay bow in 

the air, 
Leaves its brilliance to fade in the night of 

despair ; 
And Joy's ileeting angel ne'er sheds a glad 

ray, 
Save the gleam of the plumage that bears him 

away. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 347 

3 I would not live alway — thus fettered by sin ; 
Temptation without, and corruption within ; 
In a moment of strength, if I sever the chain, 
Scarce the victory's mine ere I'm captive 

again. 

E'en the rapture of pardon is mingled with 
fears, 

And my cup of thanksgiving with penitent- 
tears ; 

The festival trump calls for jubilant songs, 

But my spirit her own miserere prolongs. 

4 I would not live alway — no, welcome the 

tomb ; 
Since Jesus hath lain there I dread not its 

gloom ; 
Where He deigned to sleep, I'll too bow my 

h#ad, 
All peaceful to slumber on that hallowed bed. 
And then the glad dawn soon to follow that 

night, 
When the sunrise of glory shall beam on my 

sight, 
When the full matin song, as the sleepers 

arise 
To shout in the morning, shall peal through 

the skies. 

5 Who, who would live alway ? away from his 

God, 
Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode, 
Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the 

bright plains, 
And the noontide of glory eternally reigns; 
Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet, 
Their Saviour and brethren transported to 

greet, 



348 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

While the songs of salvation exultingly roll, 
And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the 
soul. 

G That heavenly music ! what is it I hear ? 
The notes of the harpers ring sweet in the 

air ; 
And see, soft unfolding, those portals of gold! 
The King all arrayed in His beauty behold ! 
Oh! give me, oh! give me the wings of a dove! 
Let me hasten my flight to those mansions 

above : 
Ay, 'tis now that my soul on swift pinions 

would soar, 
And in ecstasy bid earth adieu evermore. 

MUIILEXttKRG. 



383. 

Psalm 4'J. 



LONE amidst the dead and dying, 
Lord, my spirit faints for Thee ; 
Longing, thirsting, drooping, sighing, 
When shall I Thy presence see P 

2 Oh ! how altered my condition, 

Late I led the joyous throng ; 
Beat my heart with full fruition, 
Flowed my lips with grateful song. 

3 Now the Btorra goes wildly o'er me, 

Waves on waves pay soul confound ; 
Naught but boding fears before me, 
Naught but threatening foes around. 

4 Save me, save me, my Father 1 

To Thy faithful word' I cling; 
Thence my soul, thy comfort gather, 

Hope, and thou again shall sing. 

Ltti, 



MISCELLANEOUS. 349 

384. CM. 

THERE is a good and pleasant land, 
On this side Jordan's stream ; 
Where happy saints delighted stand, 
And bask in glory's beam. 

2 Lord, let me know, before I die, 

The wonders of Thy hand ; 
And let me see, with mortal eye, 
That good and pleasant land. 

3 My Saviour, tell me Thou art mine, 

And let me understand 
How bright Thy love and mercy shine 
Within that pleasant land. 

4 And when Thy sovereign voice shall say, 

" This land is not thy rest ; 
Arise, depart, and come away, 
To realms completely blest ;" 

5 Then shall my terrors all have ceased, 

Thy footprints I shall see, 
My Lord, my God, my great High Priest, 
And I will pass to thee ! 

6 And if I found upon the way 

A good and pleasant land ; 
What shall I find, when I survey 
The joys at Thy right hand ? 



H 



385. 

And I will give him the morning star.*' — Rbv. 2 : 28. 

OW beautiful the Morning Star 
Shines from the firmament afar ! 
Night's shadows are departed : 
Each creature casting sleep away, 
Drinketh the light's refreshing ray ; 
So doth the broken-hearted. 



850 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

The deep, the steep, 

Ocean's treasure, heaven's azure. 

Sing the story, 

Lord, of Thine eternal glory. 

2 Rise, Sun of Righteousness, and shine, 
E'en in this shadowy heart of mine 

Where sin yet strives with duty ; 
Drive back dark passion's cloud anew, 
On godly tears shed forth as dew, 

Pour down Thy golden beauty. 
Whose beams, in streams, 
As they brighten, shall enlighten 
Every feature 
Of the fallen new-born creature. 

3 Yon sun that lights those nether skies 
Shall set in flames — no more to rise : 

Thou shin est on forever ! 
Kindle each Christian bosom here ; 
Gleam brightly through each mourner's 
tear 

That from Thee turned never. 
We may, Thy ray 
Gladly hailing, after wailing, 
Meet to praise Thee 
In that heaven whose light arrays Thee. 



386. III. 3. 

JESUS, I my cross have taken, 
All to leave and follow Thee, 
And though poor, despised, forsaken, 
Thou, from hence, my all shall be. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 851 

Perish every fond ambition, 

All I've sought, or hoped, or known. 
Yet how rich is my condition ! 

God and heaven are still my own. 

2 Man may trouble and distress me, 

'Twill but drive me to Thy breast ; 
Life with trials hard may press me, 

Heaven will bring me sweeter rest. 
Oh ! 'tis not in grief to harm me, 

While Thy love is left to me ; 
Oh ! 'twere not in joy to charm me, 

Were that joy unmixed with Thee. 

3 Soul, then know thy full salvation, 

Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care ; 
Joy to find in every station 

Something still to do or bear. 
Think what Spirit dwells within thee ; 

Think what Father's smiles are thine ; 
Think that Jesus died to win thee ; 

Child of heaven, canst thou repine ? 

4 Haste thee on from grace to glory, 

Armed by faith and winged by prayer; 
Heaven's eternal gates before thee, 

God's own hand shall guide thee there. 
Soon shall close thy earthly mission, 

Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days ; 
Hope shall change to glad fruition, 

Faith to sight, and prayer to praise. 



i 



387. 
F human kindness meets return, 

And owns the grateful tie ; 
If tender thoughts within us burn, 

To feel a friend is nigh ; 



3S2 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

2 Oli ! shall not warmer accents tell 

The gratitude we owe 
To Ilim, who died our fears to quell — 
Who bore our guilt and woe ! 

3 While yet in anguish He surveyed 

Those pangs He would not flee, 
What love His latest words displayed — 
u Meet and remember me ! " 

4 Remember Thee ! Thy death, Thy shame, 

Our sinful hearts to share ! 
Oh ! memory, leave no other name 
But His recorded there. 

NOEJi. 



i) 



388. P. M. 

Diet Trm. 

AY of wrath ! That day of mourning, 
See ! once more the cro^s returning, 
Heaven and earth in ashes burning. 



2 Oh ! what fear man's bosom rendeth, 
When from heaven the Judge deBoendeth, 

On whose sentence all dependethl 

3 Lo ! the trumpet's wondrous swelling. 
Peals through each sepulchral dwelling, 
All before the Throne compelling. 

4 Lo, the booh, exactly worded! 

Wherein all hath been recorded ; 

Thence shall judgment be awarded. 

5 What shall I, frail man, be pleading? 
Who for me be interceding, 

When the just are mercy needing? 



MISCELLANEOUS. 353 

6 King of Majesty tremendous, 
Who dost free salvation send us, 
Fount of pity ! then befriend us ! 

7 Think, O Jesus ! my salvation 
Caused Thy wondrous Incarnation : 
Leave me not to reprobation ! 

8 Faint and weary Thou hast sought me, 
On the cross of suffering bought me ; 
Shall such grace in vain be brought me ? 

9 Righteous Judge of retribution, 
Grant thy gift of absolution, 
Ere that day's dread execution. 

10 Guilty, now I pour my moaning, 
All my shame with anguish owning : 
Spare, O God ! Thy suppliant groaning ! 

11 Thou the woman gav'st remission, 
Heard the dying thief's petition : 
Hopeless else were my condition. 

1 2 Day of sorrows, day of weeping, 
When in dust no longer sleeping, 
Man awakes in Thy dread keeping. 

13 Lo! the rest thou didst prepare him, 
On Thy Cross, O Christ ! upbear him, 
Spare, O God ! in mercy spare him. 



389. L. M. 

Evening . 

THUS far the Lord hath led me on ; 
Thus far His power prolongs my days, 
And every evening shall make known 
Some fresh memorials of His grace. 



354 HVMXS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

2 Much of my time has run to waste, 
And I, perhaps, am near my home ; 
But He forgives my follies past, 

He gives me strength for days to come. 

3 I lay my body down to sleep ; 
Peace is the pillow for my head, 
While well-appointed angels keep 
Their watchful stations round my bed. 

i Thus when the night of death shall come, 
My flesh shall rest beneath the ground, 
And wait Thy voice to rouse my tomb, 
With sweet salvation in the sound. 

Watts. 



390. 

" Abide with us ; for it is toward evening, and the day is far spent." 

Luke 2 1: 29. 



A 



BIDE with me ; fast falls the eventide ; 
The darkness thickens. Lord, with me 
abide ; 

When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, 
Help of the helpless, oh ! abide with me. 



2 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day ; 
Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away ; 
Change and decay in all around I see — 
() Thou who changest not! abide with me. 

:i \<>t a brief glance I crave, :i passing word; 
Bui as I lion djnrell'st wit bThydisoiples, Lord — - 
Familiar, condescending, patient, free; 

Com" not to sojourn, hut abide with me. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 355 

4 Come not in terrors, as the King of kings. 
But kind and good, with healing in Thy 

wings — 
Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea ; 
Come, Friend of shiners, thus abide with me. 

5 Thou on my head in early youth didst smile ; 
And though rebellious and perverse mean- 
while, 

Thou hast not left me, oft as I left Thee : 
On to the close, O Lord ! abide with me. 

6 I need Thy presence every passing hour ; 
What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's 

power ? 
Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be ? 
Through cloud and sunshine, oh ! abide with 

me. 

7 I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless ; 
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness. 
Where is Death's sting ? Where, Grave, the 

victory ? 
I triumph still, if Thou abide with me. 

8 Hold thou Thy cross before my closing eyes, 
Shine through the gloom, and point me to 

the skies ! 
Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain 

shadows flee : 
In life, in death, O Lord ! abide with me. 

Lyte. 



391. 

BY faith I see my Saviour dying 
On the tree ; 
To every nation he is crying, 
Look to me ; 



35G HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

He bids the guilty now draw near, 
Repent, believe, dismiss your fear ; 
Hark, hark, what precious words I hear, 
Mercy's free, mercy's free. 

2 Did Christ, when I was sin pursuing, 

Think on me ? 
And did He snatch my soul from ruin ; 

Can it be ! 
Oh ! yes, He did salvation bring, 
He is my Prophet, Priest, and Sang, 
And now my happy soul can sing, 

Mercy's free, mercy's free. 

3 Jesus the mighty God hath spoken 

Peace to me ; 
Now all my chains of sin are broken, 

I am free. 
Soon as I in His name believed, 
The Holy Spirit I received, 
And Christ from death my soul reprieved; 

Mercy's free, mercy's free. 

4- Jesus, my weary soul refreshes — 

It is He ; 
And every moment Christ is precious 

Unto me. 
None can describe the bliss I prove, 
While through this wilderness I rove : 
All may enjoy a Saviour's love — 

Mercy's free, mercy's free. 

5 This precious truth, ye sinners, hear it — 
Come And see ! 

Ye ministers of God, declare it — 

Come and see ! 
Visit the heathen's dark abode, 

Proclaim to all the love of Goa ; 
And spread the glorious news abroad, 

Mercy's tree, mercy's tree. 



MISCEL L AXEOUS. 357 

6 Long as I live I'll still be crying 
Unto Thee, 
And this shall "be my theme when dying — 

Mercy's free. 
And when the vale of death I've passed, 
When lodged above the stormy blast, 
I'll sing while endless ages last, 
Mercy's free, mercy's free. 



A 



392. 

SAFE stronghold our God is still, 
A trusty shield and weapon ; 

He'll help us clear from all the ill 
That hath us now o'ertaken. 

The ancient Prince of hell 

Hath risen with purpose fell ; 

Strong mail of craft and power 

He weareth in this hour — 
On earth is not his fellow. 

2 With force of arms we nothing can, 

Full soon were we down-ridden ; 
But for us fights the proper Man, 

Whom God Himself hath bidden, 
Ask ye, who is this same ? 
Christ Jesus is His name, 
The Lord, Zebaoth's Son, 
He, and no other one, 

Shall conquer in the battle. 

3 And were the world all devils o'er, 

And watching to devour us, 

We lay it not to heart so sore, 

Not they can overpower us ; 



358 HYMNS AXD DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

And let the Prince of ill, 
Look grim as e'er he will, 
He harms us not a whit ; 
For why ? His doom is writ — 
A word shall quickly slay him. 

4 God's word, for all their craft and force, 

One moment will not linger, 
But spite of hell shall have its course — 

'Tis written by His finger ; 
And though they take our life, 
Goods, honor, children, wife, 
Yet is their profit small — 
These things shall vanish all, 

The Church of God remaineth.* 

LUTHKil. 

♦This is the celebrated War and Yictory-IIyinn of the 
Evangelical faith, written the year before the Diet of Augs- 
burg. Translated by Carlylo. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 359 



CHILDREN'S HYMNS. 



393. IIL l. 

LITTLE travellers, Zionward, 
Each one entering into rest, 
In the kingdom of your Lord, 
In the mansions of the blest, 
There to welcome Jesus waits, 

Gives the crowns his followers win. 
Lift your heads, ye golden gates, 
Let the little travellers in. 

2 Who are they whose little feet 

Pacing life's dark journey through, 
Now have reached that heavenly seat, 

They have ever kept in view ? 
" I from Greenland's frozen land," 

u I from India's sultry plain," 
" I from Afric's burning sand," 

" I from Islands of the Main." 

G " All our earthly journey passed, 
Every tear and pain gone by, 
Here together met at last, 

At the portal of the sky ! 
Each the welcome c Come' awaits. 
Conquerors over death and sin." 
Lift your heads, ye golden gates, 
Let the little travellers in. 

Edmeston. 



HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 



394. IV. 3. 

I THINK, when I read that sweet story of old, 
When Jesus was here among men, 
How he called little children as lambs to His 
fold ; 
I should like to have been with them then. 

2 I wish that His hands had been placed on my 

head, 
That His arm had been thrown around me, 
And that I might have seen His kind look 

when He said : 
Let the little ones come unto me. 

3 Yet still to His footstool in prayer I may go, 

And ask for a share in His love : 
And if I thus earnestly seek Him below. 
I shall see Him and hear Him above ; 

4 In that beautiful place He is gone to prepare 

For all who are washed and forgiven ; 
Full many dear children are gathering there, 
" For of such is the kingdom of heaven." 

5 Bui thousands and thousands who wander 

and fill, 
Never heard of that heavenly home ; 
1 wish they could know there 19 room for 
them all, 
And that Jesus' has bid them to come. 

6 Ami oh! how I long for thai glorious time, 

The sweetest and brightesl aiycl best, 

When the dear little children of every (Tune, 

Shall orowd to l!i^ arms and be blest ! 



I 



MISCELLANEOUS. 361 



395. III. 5. 

X the vineyard of our Father, 

Daily work we find to do ; 
Scattered gleanings we may gather, 

Though we are but young and few ; 
Little clusters 

Help to fill the garners, too. 

2 Toiling early in the morning, 

Ok o* 

Catching moments through the day, 
Nothing small or lowly scorning, 

While we work, and watch, and pray ; 

Gathering gladly 
Free-will offerings by the way. 

S Not for selfish praise or glory, 
Not for objects nothing worth, 
But to send the blessed story 
Of the Gospel o'er the earth, 

Telling mortals 
Of our Lord and Saviour's birth. 

4 L T p and eyer at our calling, 

Till in death our lips are dumb, 
Or till — sin's dominion falling — 
Christ shall in His kingdom come, 

And His children 
Reach their everlasting home. 

5 Steadfast then in our endeavor, 

Heavenly Father, may we be ; 
And forever and forever, 

We will give the praise to Thee ; 

Hallelujah ! 
Singing all eternity. 



362 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

396. 

rPHERE is a happy land, far, far away, 
J. Where saints in glory stand, bright, bright 
as day. 
Oh ! how they sweetly sing, 
Worthy is our Saviour King, 
Loud let His praises ring, 
Praise, praise for aye. 

2 Come to that happy land, come, como away ; 
Why Avill ye doubting stand, why still delay? 

Oh ! w r c shall happy be, 
When from sin and sorrow free ! 
Lord, we shall live with Thee, 
Blest, blest for aye. 

3 Bright in that happy land, beams every eye ; 
Kept by a Father's hand, love can not die. 

Oh ! then to glory run ; 
Be a crown and kingdom won ; 
We reign for aye 



AFFLICTION. 363 



XVI. AFFLICTION. 

i. severe Offering, mental or bodily. 



397. 



WHEX I can trust my all with God, 
In trial's fearful hour ; 
Bow all resigned beneath His rod. 

And bless His sparing power, 
A joy springs up amid distress — 
A fountain in the wilderness. 

2 Oh ! to be brought to Jesus' feet, 

Though sorrows fixed me there. 
Is still a privilege ; and sweet 

The energies of prayer, 
Though sighs and tears its language be, 
If Christ be nigh and smile on me. 

3 Oh ! blessed be the hand that gave. 

Still blessed when it takes : 
Blessed be He who smites to save, 

Who heals the heart He breaks ; 
Perfect and true are all His ways, 
Whom heaven adores and earth obeys. 

Mrs. Condkr. 



364 IIYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 



o 



398. CM, 

THOU whose mercy guides my way ! 
Though now it seems severe ; 
Forbid my unbelief to say, 
There is no mercy here. 



2 Oh ! grant me to desire the pain 

That comes in kindness down ; 
More than the world's alluring gain, 
Succeeded by a frown. 

3 Then, though Thou bow my spirit low, 

Love only shall I see : 
The very hand that strikes the blow, 
Was wounded once for me. 

Edmjeston. 



w 



399. L.M. 

IT IT tearful eyes I look around — 
Life seems a dark and stormy sea ; 
.But midst lite gloom, I hear a sound, 
A heavenly whisper, " Come to me." 

2 It tells me of a place of rest, 

It tells me where my soul may flee ; 
Oh! to the weary, feint, oppressed, 

J low sweet the bidding, u Come to me." 

3 When the poor heart with anguish learns 

That earthly props resigned must he; 
And from each broken cistern turns, 

It bears the accents, "Come to me.*' 

4 When against sin I strive in vain, 

And cannot from its yoke get free, 
Sinking beneath the heavy chain, 

The words arrest me, " Come to me." 



AFFLICTION. 365' 

5 Come, for all else must fail and die, 

Earth is no resting place for thee ; 
Heavenward direct thy weeping eye, 
I am thy portion, " Come to me." 

6 O voice of mercy ! voice of love ! 

In conflict, grief, and agony, 
Support me, cheer me from above, 
And gently whisper, " Come to me." 



4,00. L. M. 

riOME, Thou universal Good! 

\J Balm of the wounded conscience, come ! 

Haven to take the shipwrecked in, 

My everlasting rest from sin ! 

2 Come, O my comfort and delight ! 

My strength and health and shield and 
sun, 
My boast, my confidence and might, 
My joy, my glory, and my crown ! 

Wesley 



w 



401. CM. 

HT, O my soul ! why thus depressed ? 
And why this anxious care ? 
Let former favors fix thy trust, 
And calm the rising tear. 



2 When darkness and when dangers rose, 
And pressed on every side, 
Did not the Lord thy steps attend, 
And was not He thy guide ? 



366 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

3 Affliction is a stormy deep, 

Where wave resounds to wave ; 
Though o'er my bead the billows sweep, 
I know the Lord can save. 

4 In the dark watches of the night, 

I'll count His mercies o'er ; 
I'll praise Him for ten thousand passed, 
And ask Him still for more. 

5 Perhaps before the morning dawn, 

He'll reinstate my peace ; 
For He who bids the tempest roar, 
Can bid the tempest cease. 

6 Here will I rest and build my hope, 

Nor murmur at His rod ; 
He's more than all the world to me, 
My Saviour, and my God. 



402. S. M. 

COME to the land of peace, 
From shadows come away ; 
Where all the sounds of weeping cease. 
And storms no more have sway. 

2 Fear hath no dwelling here; 

But pure repose and love 
Breathe through the bright, celestial air, 
The Spirit of the dove. 

3 Come to the bright and blest, 

( tat hered tv<>m every land ; 

For here thy soul shall find its rest, 

Amidst the shining band. 









AFFLICTION. 36 S 

In this divine abode, 

Change leaves no saddening trace ; 
Come, trusting spirit, to thy God, 

Thy holy resting-place. 



4:03. L. M. 

MY Bufferings all to Thee are known, 
Tempted in every point like me ; 
Regard my grief, regard Thine own ; 
Jesus, remember Calvary ! 



For whom didst Thou the cross endure ? 

Who nailed Thy body to the tree ? 
Did not Thy death my life procure ? 

Oh ! let Thy mercy answer me. 



Art not Thou touched with human woe ? 

Hath pity left the Son of Man ? 
Dost Thou not all my sorrow know, 

And claim a share in all my pain ? 



Thou wilt not break a bruised reed, 
Or quench the smallest spark of grace; 

Till through the soul Thy power is spread, 
Thy all- victorious righteousness. 



The day of small and feeble things, 
I know Thou never wilt despise ; 

I know, with healing in His wings, 
The Sun of Righteousness shall rise. 

Wesley, 



368 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 



404r. II. 2. 

OTHOU great Power in whom I move, 
To whom I live, for whom I die ; 
Behold me through Thy beams of love, 

Whilst on this couch of tears I lie. 
And cleanse my sordid soul within, 
By Thy Christ's blood, the bath for sin. 

2 No hallowed oils, no gums I need, 

No rags of saints, no purging fire ; 
One sacred drop from David's Seed, 

An ocean is to quench thine ire. 
O precious ransom ! it w r as paid, 
Where " Consummatum est" was said ; 

3 And said by Him that said no more, 

But sealed it with His sacred breath ; 
Thou then that hast struck off my score, 

And dying wert the death of death, 
Be to me now, on whom I call, 
My life, my strength, my joy, my all. 



4:05. 

LOUD, it belongs not to my care, 
Whether 1 die or live ; 
To love and serve Thee is niv share, 
And this Thy grace must give. 

2 If life be long I will be glad, 

That 1 may long obey ; 



AFFLICTION. 369 

If short, yet why should I be sad, 
To soar to endless day ? 

3 Christ leads me through no darker rooms 

Than he went through before ; 
He that into God's kingdom comes, 
Must enter by this door. 

4 Come, Lord, when grace hath made me meet 

Thy blessed face to see ; 
For if Thy work on earth be sweet, 
What must Thy glory be ? 

5 Then I shall end my sad complaints, 

And weary, sinful days, 
And join with those triumphant saints 
That sing Jehovah's praise 

My knowledge of that life is small ; 
The eye of faith is dim ; 
But 'tis enough that Christ knows all, 
And I shall be with Him ! 

R. Baxter. 



4:06. 

THIS flesh has oft the servant been 
Of sloth and selfishness and sin, 
It ought to suffer — but oh! bless 
Each pang to further holiness ! 
Lord, I can scarce look up to Thee, 
But oh ! look down — look down on me. 

This flesh a heavy load I find — 
Pain seems with every nerve entwined, 
And little aid can man bestow, 
To check my tears or soothe my woe ; 
I struggle to look up to Thee, 
For Christ's own sake look down on me ! 
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370 nTMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 



407. IV. 4. 

" I know Lord ! that Thy judgments are right, that Thou in faith« 
fulness haet afflicted me." — Psalm 119 : 75. 

FOR what shall I praise Thee, my God and 
my King ? 
For what blessings the tribute of gratitude 

bring ? 
Shall I praise Thee for pleasure, for health, 

and for ease, 
For the spring of delight, and the sunshine 
of peace ? 

2 Shall I praise Thee for flowers that bloomed 

on my breast, 

For joys in perspective, and pleasures pos- 
sessed ? 

For the spirits that heightened my days of 
delight, 

And the slumbers that sat on my pillow by 
night ? 

3 For this should I praise ! but if only for 

this, 
I should leave half untold the donation of 

bliss ; 
I thank Thee for sickness, for sorrow, for 

care, 
For the thorns I have gathered, the anguish 

I bear. 

4 For nights of anxiety, watchings, and tears, 
A present of pain, a perspective of fears ; 

I praise Thee, I bless Thee, my King and my 

God, 
For the good and the evil Thy hand hath 

bestowed. 



AFFLICTION. 371 

5 The flowers were sweet, but their fragrance 
is flown ; 
They yielded no fruits, they are withered and 

gone; 
The thorn it was poignant, but precious to 

me — 
'Twas the message of mercy — it led me to 
Thee. 

C. Fry. 



408. III. 2. 



41 God La our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble,* 
-Psalm 46 : 1. 



GOD of pity! God of love! 
Send me comfort from above ; 
Let not anxious thoughts perplex, 
Harrowing fears my spirit vex : 
Let me trust Thee, and be still, 
Waiting patiently Thy wilt 

2 Though to weak, short-sighted man, 
All uncertain seems each plan ; 
Each event Thy will ordains, 
Fixed immutably remains : 
Not one link in life's long chain 
Can be lost, or wrought in vain. 



All that chain, through by-gone years, 
Woven in links of love appears ; 
Not one storm of vengeful wrath 
E'er has swept across my path : 
Why should fear o'er faith prevail ? 
Thy sure mercies can not fail. 



372 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

4 What are distance, time, or place, 
To that God who fills all space ? 
What are sea or land to Him ? 
Can the omniscient eye grow dim ? 
Those we love, (whate'er betide,) 
O'er them does that eye preside. 

5 Clinging to that strengthening arm. 
Thou wilt keep me safe from harm ; 
Thon wilt grant the hope that cheers, 
Wilt prove better than my fears : 
Bid my sad misgivings cease ; 
Guide me to my home in peace. 



4r09. 

"Let them that suffer according to the will of Go»l, commit th 
keeping of their souls to Him.' — 1 Pet. 4 : 19. 

OGOD ! from whom my spirit came, 
Moulded by Thee, this mortal frame 
Feels health or sickness, pain or ease. 
As it may best Thy wisdom please : 
Make me submissive, keep me still, 
" Suffering according to Thy will." 

2 The springs of life are in Thy hand, 
They move, they stop, at Thy command; 
Without Thy blessing will prove vain 
All human skill, to ease my pain : 

Make me submissive, keep me still, 
"Suffering according to Thy will/' 

3 I am a sinner — shall T dare 

To murmur at the strokes I bear f 
Strokes not in wrath, but mercy sent, 

A wise and needful chastisement: 
Make me submissive, keep me still, 
" Suffering according to Thy will." 



AFFLICTION. 373 

Saviour ! I breathe the prayer once Thine, 
" Father ! Thy will be done, not mine !" 
One only blessing would I claim ; 
In me oh ! glorily Thy name ! 
Make me submissive, keep me still, 
"Suffering according to Thv will." 



4=10. L.M. 

" Save me, God ! for the waters are come In unto my soul.'' — 
Psalm 09 : 1. 

GOD of mv life, to Thee I call, 
Afflicted at Thy feet I fall, 
When the great water-floods prevail, 
Leave not my trembling heart to fail. 

2 Friend of the friendless and the faint ! 
Where should I lodge my deep complaint ? 
Where but with Thee, whose open door 
Invites the helpless and the poor. 

3 Did ever mourner plead with Thee, 
And Thou refuse that mourner's plea ? 
Does not the word still fixed remain, 
That none shall seek Thy face in vain ? 

4 Poor though I am, despised, forgot, 
Yet God, my God, forgets me not ; 
And he is safe, and must succeed, 

For whom the Lord vouchsafes to plead. 

Cowr-LT.. 



411. 

"When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then Thou knewest 
my path. r — Psalm 142 : 3. 

Y God ! whose gracious pity I may claim, 
Calling Thee " Father," sweet endearing 
name ! 



M 



374 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

The sufferings of this weak and weary frame, 
All, all are known to Thee. 

2 From human eyes 'tis better to conceal 
Much that I suffer, much I hourly feel ; 
But oh! this thought does tranquillize and heal, 

All, all is known to Thee. 

3 Each secret conflict with indwelling sin ; 
Each sickening fear, u I ne'er the prize shall 

win ;" 
Each pang from irritation, turmoil, din, 
AH, all are known to Thee. 

4 When in the morning unrefreshed I wake, 
Or in the night but little rest can take ; 
This brief appeal submissively I make, 

" All, all is known to Thee !" 

5 Nay, all by Thee is ordered, chosen, planned; 
Each drop that fills my daily cup, Thy hand 
Prescribes for ills none else can understand, 

All, all is known to Thee. 

6 The effectual means to cure what I deplore, 
In me Thy longed-for likeness to restore, 
Self to dethrone, never to govern more, 

All, all are known to Thee. 

7 And this continued feebleness — this state 1 , 
Whioh seems to unnerve and incapacitate, 
Will work the cure my hopes and prayers 

await, 
That cure I l eave to Thee. 

8 Nor will the bitter draught distasteful prove, 
While I recall the Son of Thy dear loTej 
The cup Thou would'st not for our sakes re- 
move — 

That cup He drank for me. 



AFFLICTION. 375 



412. C. M. 

" They that know Thy name, will put their trust in Thee." — Psalm 
: 10. 

OLORD! my best desire fulfill! 
And help me to resign 
Life, health, and comfort to Thy will, 
And make Thy pleasure mine. 

2 Why should I shrink at Thy command 

Whose love forbids my fears ? 
Or tremble at the gracious hand 
That wipes away my tears ? 

3 No, rather let me freely yield 

What most I prize to Thee, 
Who never hast a good withheld, 
Or wilt withhold from me. 



4 Thy favor, all my journey through, 
Thou art engaged to grant ; 
What else I want, or think I do, 
'Tis better still to want. 



5 Wisdom and Mercy guide my way — 
Shall I resist them both ? 
A poor blind creature of a day, 
And crushed before the moth. 



6 But ah ! my inward spirit cries, 
Still bind me to Thy sway ! 
Else the next cloud that veils the skies, 
Drives all these thoughts away. 

COWPKR. 



376 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 



413. L. M. 

u Every good gift, and every perfect gift, is from above, and com- 
eth down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness 
neither shadow of turning. 1 ' — James 1 : 17 

V\7HEX darkness long has veiled my mind, 
I T And smiling day once more appears, 
Then, my Redeemer ! then I find 
The folly of my doubts and fears. 

2 Straight I upbraid my wandering heart, 
And blush that I should ever be 
Thus prone to act so base a part, 

Or harbor one hard thought of Thee. 



3 Oli ! let me then at length be taught 

What still I am so slow to learn ; 
That God is love and changes not, 
Nor knows the shadow of a turn. 

4 Sweet truth, and easy to repeat ! 

Yet when my faith is sharply tried, 
I find myself a learner yet, 
Unskillful, weak, and apt to slide. 

5 But O my Lord ! one look from Thee 

Subdues the disobedient will ; 
Drives doubt and discontent away. 

And Thy rebellious worm is still. 

6 Th<>!i arl as ready to forgive, 

As I am ready to repine ; 
Thou, therefore, all the praise receive, 
Be shame and sel£abhorrence mine! 

('OWPXB. 



AFFLICTION. 37^ 



4rl4r. L. M. 

" I am poor and needy, yet the Lord thinketh upon me." — Psai.m 
► : 17. 

WHEX pining sickness wastes the frame, 
Acute disease or tiring pain ; 
When life fast spends the feeble flame, 
And all the help of man proves vain ; 

2 Joyless and dark all things appear ; 

Languid the spirits, weak the flesh ; 
Med'cines nor ease, nor cordials cheer ; 
Xor food nor balmy sleep refresh : 

3 Then, then to have recourse to God, 

To pour a prayer in time of need, 
And feel the balm of Jesus' blood, 
This is to find relief indeed. 

4 And this, O Christian ! is thy lot, 

Who cleavest to the Lord by faith ; 
He'll never leave thee (doubt it not) 
In pain, in sickness, or in death. 

5 When flesh decays, and heart thus fails, 

Thy strength and portion He shall he ; 
Shall take thy weakness, bear thy ails, 
And softly whisper, " Trust in me." 



415. 

FRIEXD after friend departs— 
Who hath not lost a friend ? 
There is no union here of hearts, 
That finds not here an end ; 



JTfi ilVMXs AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

Were this frail world our only rest, 
Living or dying, none were blest. 

2 Beyond the flight of time, 

Byond this vale of death, 
There surely is some blessed clime 

Where life is not a breath, 
Nor life's affections transient Are, 
Whose sparks fly upward to expire. 

3 There is a world above, 

Where parting is unknown ; 
A whole eternity of love, 

Formed for the good alone ; 
And faith beholds the dying here, 
Translated to that happier sphere. 

4 Thus star by star declines, 

Till all are passed away, 
As morning high and higher shines, 

To pure and perfect day ; 
Nor sink those stars in empty night — 
They hide themselves in heaven's own light. 

Montgomery. 



4,16. HI- 2. 

• 4 So II.- briagetb them to their detived haven." -Pbalm 107 : 80. 

ALF a wreck by tempest driven, 

Yel t his feeble bark survives. 

Dashed against the rocks and ri\en, 

In the midst of death it lives : 
See it pressed <»n every side, 
See it still the storm outride. 



AFFLICTION. 379 

Can a bark like mine so shattered, 
Ever reach yon friendly shore ? 

Tempest-tossed so long, and battered, 
Can it stand one conflict more ? 

Should another storm assail, 

Mast and planks, and all must fail. 

So they would, but One that's greater 
Than the storms and waves is here ; 

He it is, whose name is sweeter 
Far than music to my ear ; 

He preserves my shattered bark ; 

He makes light when all is dark. 

Jesus is the Lord, who hears me, 
When the tempest roars around ; 

He it is whose presence cheers me, 
When I hear the dreadful sound ; 

Trusting in His grace and power, 

Xeed I fear the darkest hour ? 

What, though every plank is starting, 
Waves are running mountains high, 

Thunders roaring, lightnings darting, 
And no saving hand seems nio;h ! 

Let me still no danger fear, 

Jesus, though unseen, is near. 



A 



4rl7. L ' M * 

Under Depression of Spirits. 
'Acquaint thyself with Him, and be at peace. 1 ' — Job 22 ; 21. 

RT thou acquainted, O my soul ! 

With such a Saviour, such a friend, 
Whose power can all events control, 
And from all evils can defend ? 



380 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

2 Why art thou then oppressed with fears ? 

Knowledge of Him should give thee peace ; 
Should check these mournful thoughts and 
tears, 
And bid these sad misgivings cease. 

3 Is it the past that gives thee pam ? 

Sins, errors, falls, dost thou deplore ? 
The atoning blood pleads not in vain ; 
Thy God remembers them no more. 

4 Do present troubles vex thy mind ? 

Sufferings of body, menial care P 
In God a refuge thou wilt find, 

And oh ! what sweet relief in prayer. 

5 Dost thou the unknown future dread, 

Sorrows in life, or death's dark vale ? 
In both shall light around be shed ; 
Thy God's sure promise can not fail. 

6 Dost thou, with dread still greater shrink 

From pain, for those on earth most dear ? 
And oft, with sickening anguish, think 
On all they yet may sutler here? 

*7 O faithless unbelieving heart! 

So slow to trust that tenderest Friend ; 
Wli<> then will needful strength impart. 
Who loving loves unto the end. 



8 Xo longer doubt, nor fear, nor grieve, 
Nor on uncertain evils dwell ; 
Past, present, future, ealmlv leave 

To Him who will u do all things well. 



AFFLICTION. 381 

418. II. 5. 

A Look upwards in Depression of Mind. 

TAKE courage, O my soul! this life which 
seems 
To thee, while suffering, wearisomely long, 
Would, if thy faith were vigorous and strong, 
Full oft be gladdened by celestial gleams. 
On that fair city, where the sun's bright beams 
Are needed never, and the white-robed throng 
Pour forth their hallowed ecstasies in song, 
To gaze with steadier vision thee beseems. 
On " things not seen," thou'rt bid to fix thine 

eye; 
To feel a stranger and a pilgrim here ; 
Of small account life's transient griefs appear, 
When Faith unfolds heaven's joys, and brings 

them nigh ; 
Then bright and blest each hour of Time would 

be, 
Fraught with the glories of Eternity. 



II. IN SICKNESS. 

4:19. C. M. 

JESUS, and didst Thou condescend, 
When veiled in human clay ; 
To heal the sick, the lame, the blind, 
And drive disease away ? 

2 Didst Thou regard the beggar's cry, 
And give the blind to see ? 
Jesus, Thou Son of David, hear — 
Have mercy too on me. 



3b2 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

3 And didst Thou pity mortal woe, 

And sight and health restore ? 
Then pity Lord and save my soul, 
Which needs Thy mercy more. 

4 Didst Thou regard Thy servant's cry, 

When sinking in the wave ? 
I perish, Lord — oh ! save my soul, 
For thou alone canst save. 



Baadlki; 



420. III. L 

GENTLY, gently lay Thy rod 
On my sinful head, O God ! 
Stay Thy wrath, in mercy stay, 
Lest I sink beneath its sway. 

2 Heal me, for my flesh is weak, 
Hear me, for Thy grace I seek ; 
This my only plea I make — 
Heal me for Thy mercy's sake. 

3 Who, within the silent grave, 
Shall proclaim Thy power to save? 
Lord ! my sinking soul reprieve ; 
Speak, and I shall rise and live, 

4 Lo ! He comes — He heeds my plea, 

Lo ! lie comes — the shadows flee ; 
Glory round me dawns once more ; 
Rise, my spirit, and adore. 

Lyik. 







421. III. L 

II! how soft that bed must he, 

Made ID sickness, Lord, by Thee; 

And that rest, how calm, how sweet, 
Where Jesus and the sufferer meet. 



AFFLICTION. 383 

2 It was the good Physician now, 
Soothed thy cheek and chafed thy brow, 
Whispering, as He raised thy head — 

" It is I, be not afraid." 

3 God of glory, God of grace, 

Hear from heaven, Thy dwelling-place ; 
Hear in mercy and forgive, 
Bid Thy child believe and live. 

4 Bless me and I shall be blest, 
Soothe me and I shall have rest ; 
Fix my heart, my hopes above ; 
Love me, Lord, for Thou art love. 



422. L. M. 

" I thought on my ways, and turned my feet unto Thy testimonies." 
—Psalm 119 : 59. 

VTOT willingly dost thou afflict, 
ii And grieve the souls Thy hand has made ; 
Now, called by suffering to reflect, 
O God ! I seek Thy pitying aid. 

2 I feel that I have gone astray, 

Have left the path Thy word commends ; 
I see that I have lost my way — 

But still that word sweet comfort lends. 

3 It tells me if I seek a guide, 

That guide will come to lead me back ; 
It tells me strength shall be supplied, 

To reach once more the heavenward track, 

4 My treacherous heart its God forgot, 

The flame of love grew cold and dim, 
But yet that God, forsaking not, 

Now gives me time to think of Him. 



384 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

5 He now invites me to return, 

Pie deigns to teacli me from above ; 
Lord, all Thou teachest I would learn, 
With shame, and gratitude, and love. 



4=23. XL L 

* I, the Lord, search the heart; I try the reins." — J BB. IT : 10. 







GOD ! what am I in Thy sight ? 

Thou, only Thou, canst read aright 

The characters within ; 
No fellow-mortal lias their clue — 
No human scrutiny can view 

The ravages of sin. 

2 Till Thy light shone I never knew 
How fearful was my heart to view, 
Disordered, false, impure ; 
, I fondly fancied it was good, 
Nor that high standard understood, 
Whose test it must endure. 

'j It once seemed sweet man's praise to hear j 
Now, it Hills coldly on my ear ; 

What is its worth fpr me ? 
Mistaken, partial, at the best, 

Is all the approving love expressed ; 
None, none my heart can see I 

4 And r aim passing swiftly on 
To that tribunal where alone 

The estimate is just ; 
Where into judgment God will bring 
Each hidden thought, each secret thing, 

And lay me in the dust* 



AFFLICTION. 385 

5 Searcher of hearts ! before thine eye, 
Though all my sins uncovered lie, 

Sins more than I can count ; 
Yet one pure drop of precious blood, 
Shed by the atoning Lamb of God, 

Cancels their whole amount. 

6 On me that blood be sprinkled now ! 
Wash me and make me white as snow, 

Thou Lamb for sinners slain ! 
That blood which our lost world redeemed, 
(A ransom adequate esteemed,) 

Can never plead in vain. 



424,. in. 4. 

"I will restore health unto thee, and I will heal thee, saith tie 
Lord."— Jer. 30 : 17. 

TELL me of that great Physician : 
Will he undertake my cure ? 
Will he freely grant admission 
To an applicant so poor ? 

None but Jesus 
Could to such, relief insure. 

2 I have not one plea to proffer, 

Why such grace I should partake — 
No inducement can I offer — 
No requital can I make ; 

None but Jesus 
Heals for His own mercy's sake. 

3 Yet I know that He has granted 

Cures to thousands such as I ; 

Given them freely all they wanted, 

Without money let them buy : 

None but Jesus 
Every want could thus supply. 
17 



386 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

4 Let me go and spread before Him 
All my symptoms — all my fears ; 
Deeply, gratefully adore Him, 
m While my trembling heart he cheers : 
None but Jesus 
Wipes away the sufferer's tears. 



425. 

" Behold, I stand at the door and knock ; if any man hear my 
Voice and open the door, I will come in to him and will sup with him, 
and he with ine." — Rkv. 3 : 20. 

BEHOLD a stranger at the door 
Who gently knocks, has knocked before ; 
Has waited long ; is waiting still ; 
You treat no other friend so ill. 

2 gracious attitude ! He stands 

With melting heart, and laden hands ! 
() matchless kindness! Lo ! He shows 
This matchless kindness e'en to foes ! 

a I i nt will he prove a friend indeed? 
lie will, the very Friend you need; 
The man of Nazareth, 'tis He! 
With garments dyed on Calvary. 

4 If thou ait poor, (and poor thou art.) 
Lo ! He has riches to impart; 

Not wealth in which mean avarice rolls - 
Oh ! better far! the wealth of souls, 

5 Thou'rt blind — He'll take the scales away, 
And let in everlasting day ; 

Tom and polluted is thy dress J 

He'll robe thee in His righteousness, 



AFFLICTION. 387 

6 Art thou a weeper ? grief shall fly, 
For who can weep with Jesus by ? 
No terror shall thy soul annoy ; 
Xo tear, except the tear of joy. 

7 Rise, touched with gratitude divine, 
Turn out His enemy and thine, 
That soul-enslaving tyrant, sin, 
And let the heavenly stranger in. 

8 Admit Him, for the human breast 
Ne'er entertained so kind a guest. 
Admit him, and you'll ne'er expel ; 
Where Jesus comes, He comes to dwell. 

9 Admit Him ere His anger burn ; 
His feet departed ne'er return ; 
Admit Him, or the hour's at hand, 
When at His door denied you'll stand. 

10 Yet know — nor of the terms complain — 
Where Jesus comes, He comes to reign ; 
To reign, and with no partial sway, 
Thoughts must be slain that disobey. 

11 Sov'reign of souls! Thou Prince of peace! 
Oh ! may Thy gentle reign increase ! 
Throw wide the door, each willing mind, 
And be Thine empire all mankind ! 



426. 

Prayer for Faith. 
" Christ shalt give thee light/— Eph. 5 : 14. 

LORD of all power and might ! 
Grant me that inward sight, 
Which views the things unseen ; 



388 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

All earthly objects fade, 
My life, a fleeting shade, 
Ne'er for one moment staid, 

Will soon have crossed the scene. 

2 Each moment it moves on, 
Still hastening to be gone, 

Till, seen on earth no more, 
I reach that unknown state, 
Where souls Thy sentence wait, 
To fix their lasting fate, 

And hope of change is o'er. 

3 JNTo\v, while yet there is time, 
While earth's brief day grows dim — 

Darkened by pain and woe ; 
Kindle that lamp of faith, 
Which can make bright my path, 
E'en through the vale of death, 

If thither now I go. 

4 Man can not wake the spark 
In my soul's chamber dark — 

Nor keep the flame alive ; 
Kindling Thyself the light, 
Deign Thou to keep it bright, 
Till, where is no more night, 

In safety I arrive. 



427. L. M. 

"There it forgireness with Thee, that Thou mayeet be feared." — 
I'halm I8u: J. 

OLORD my God ! in mercy turn — 
In mercy, hear B sinner mourn; 
To Thee I call— to Thee I cry— 
Oli ! leave nie, leave me not to die ! 



AFFLICTION. ;^89 

2 O pleasures past ! what are ye now, 
But thorns about my bleeding brow ? 
Spectres that hover round my brain, 
And aggravate and mock my pain ! 

3 For pleasures I have given my soul : 
Xow, justice, let Thy thunders roll ! 
Xow, vengeance, smite, and with a blow, 
Lay the rebellious ingrate low ! 

4 Yet J esus, Jesus ! there I'll cling, 

I'll crouch beneath His sheltering wing ; 
I'll clasp the cross, and holding there — 
Even me, O bliss ! His love may spare. 

H. K. White. 



4r28. II. 1. 

M Haye pity on me, my friends : for the hand of the Lord hath 
touched me." — Job 19:21. 



I 



LOOK around me, all is sad, 
Faces beloved no longer glad — 
In silence o'er me bend ; 
They see me wasting, worn with pain, 
They see the help of man is vain, 
-To God their prayers ascend. 

Backward I look — through by-gone years, 
An awful register appears, 

Of debts I ne'er can pay ; 
Duties omitted, time misused, 
Talents neglected or abused, 

Heart-sick I turn 'away. 

I look within — appalling sight ! 
There, where I fancied all was right, 

Throughout confusion reigns : 
All evil passions there seem pent ; 
Impatience, pride, dark discontent, 

Which God Himself arraigns. 



|§fl HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

4 Forward I look — there, dark and dread, 
Lies the lone path I soon must tread ; 

Low whispered sounds I hear ; 
" The second death, the wrath to come," 
" The judgment seat, the eternal doom," 

My spirit faints with fear. 

5 Still, still there's hope — I look above, 
I trace the record, " God is love," 

I read engraven there — 
" God to His mercy will receive," 
" All who in Jesus Christ believe;" 

This saves me from despair. 

6 O Son of God ! to Thee I look ; 
For me unseal that heavenly book, 

Which testifies of Thee ; 
That Spirit may I now receive, 
Who teaches sinners to believe — 

Blest Spirit ! teach Thou me. 



429. L. M. 

M Commune with your own heart." — Psalm 4 : 4. 

IT matters not, when fruit appears, 
Whether its seed were sown in tears ; 
While this poor frame is ill at ease, 
And earthly objects cease to please, 
Now may the power of faith prevail, 
Unfolding scenes within the veil, 
Not distant, shadowy, and obscure ; 
But near, and well defined, and sure. 

S A nobler life dwells deep within 
Than this poor frame's defiled with sin; 

A life so precious, weal or woe 
Hangs solely on its ebb or How y 



AFFLICTION. &91 

E'en while the body wastes, it thrives ; 
E'en while the body dies, it lives ; 
Heavenward it tends, from heaven bestowed, 
Its source is M hid with Christ in God." 

If these dark hours, this suffering state, 

That life divine invigorate ; 

If now God's Spirit work within, 

Increasing faith, subduing sin, 

Time thus employed is gained, not lost, 

Though selfish hopes and schemes be crossed ; 

My plans, my wishes I resign ; 

" Father ! Thy will be done, not mine !" 

Oh ! if as yet Thine eye in me 
Has vainly sought some trace to see, 
Of likeness to Thy Son, my Lord — 
His image to my soul restored, 
Now make these hours of lonely pain, 
A means that likeness to attain, 
Since even He, our Lord, our Head, 
Was here by suffering perfected. 



430. 

M I have redeemed thee, I have called thee by thy name : thou ftti 
xnine. v — Isa. 43 : 1. 



S 



AVIOUR ! once to Thee presented, 
At Thy footstool I was laid : 

In life's bloom, my heart consented 
To the vows my sponsors made ; 

Thine in infancy and youth, 

Should I not have kept Thy truth ? 

Thine by right, as my Creator, 
Who my two-fold life bestowed, 

Saved by Thee, my Mediator, 

Ransomed with Thy precious blood ; 

Thine by my baptismal vow, 

Shall my heart forsake Thee now? 



392 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

3 No ! not far then shall I wander, 

Thou hast stricken to reclaim ; 
O'er the guilty past I ponder 

Overwhelmed with grief and shame; 
Still that Lord whose seal I wear, 
Pours for me the availing prayer. 

4 Welcome the severest token, 

That God " lets me not alone ;" 
Though His covenant I have broken, 

He reclaims me as His own ; 
Saviour, now my soul restore, 
Bid me M £0 and sin no more." 



A 



431. II. 1. 

H And Jacob awaked out of his sleep, and he said, surely the Lord 
in in this place and I knew it not." — Gtaf. 88 : 16. 

M I to this seclusion brought, 

As wandering Jacob first was taught 
In solitude and woe, 
To look on things before unseen, 
And, in the stilly night serene, 
His Father's God to know ? 

2 Alone and weary as he laid, 

A wond'rous ladder was displayed, 
Reaching from earth to heaven ; 
Ascending and descending there, 

Angels (who perhaps made him their care) 
To his charmed sight was given. 

3 lie felt that God was in that place, 

He learned to prize and seek His grace, 
And there before Ifini vowed — 

u That if, through all his future track, 
lie thither came, in safety hack. 
The Lord should be his God." 



AFFLICTION. 393 

4 Like him, a wanderer I have been, 
And waking, in this lonely scene, 

I feel that God is here ; 
While, bright with supernatural ray, 
Shines forth that " new and living way" 

Which brings the sinner near. 

5 Apart from man, in this still hour, 

He, who might crush me by His power, 

A covenant deigns to make ; 
And if, supplying all my need, 
He to the end my steps will lead, 

Him for my God I take. 

6 If health once more He deign to give. 
Then for His glory may I live, 

May all to Him be given ! 
If not, while angels o'er me bend, 
Those golden steps may I ascend, 

Which lead the soul to heaven ! 



4:32. 

t; He openeth their ear to discipline." — Job 84 : 10. 

CHAMBER of sickness ! much to thee I owe, 
Though dark thou be ; 
The lessons it imports me most to know, 

I owe to thee ! 
A sacred seminary thou hast been, 
I trust, to train me for a happier scene. 

2 Chamber of sickness ! suffering and alone, 
My friends withdrawn, 
The blessed beams of heavenly truth have 
shone 
On me, forlorn, 
With such a hallowed vividness and power, 
As ne'er was granted to a brighter hour. 
17* 



394 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

o Chamber of sickness ! midst thy silence, oil 
A voice is heard, 
Which, though it fall like dew on flowers, so 
soft, 
Yet speaks each word 
Into the aching heart's unseen recess, 
With power no earthly accents could possess. 

4 Chamber of sickness ! in that bright abode. 
Where " there is no more pain," 
If, through the merits of my Saviour God, 

A seat I gain, 
This theme shall tune my golden harp's soft 

lays, 
That in thy shelter passed my earthly days. 



III. THE BELIEVER SUBMISSIVE AND BE- 
JOICING. 

433. C. M. 

OLORD ! I put my trust in Thee, 
And on Thyself depend ; 
To Thee in every trouble flee, 
My best, my only friend. 

2 When all created streams are dried 

Thy fullness is the same ; 

May I with this be satisfied, 

And glory in Thy name. 

3 Why should a soul a drop bemoan, 

That has a fountain near; 

A fountain that must ever run. 
With waters sweet and clear? 

4 No good in creatures can be found, 

But all is found in Thee ; 
I must have all things and abound, 

Since ( iod is goou to me. 



AFFLICTION. 395 

Oh ! that I had but stronger faith, 

To look within the veil ; 
To credit what my Saviour saith, 

Whose word can never fail. 



6 Now Lord, I would be Thine alone, 
And wholly live to Thee ; 
But worthless still myself I own — 
Thy worth is all my plea. 



4r34r. L. M. 

TFHE moment comes, the only one 
JL Of all my time to be foretold ; 
Though when, and where, and how, can none 
Of all the race of man unfold. 



2 That moment comes, when strength must fail, 

When, health and hope and comfort flown, 
I must go down into the vale 

And shade of death, with Thee alone. 

3 Then, when the unbodied spirit lands 

Where flesh and blood have never trod, 
And in the unveiled presence stands 
Of Thee, my Saviour and my God, 



4 Be mine eternal portion this, 

Since Thou wert always here with me, 
That I may view Thy face in bliss, 
And be for evermore with Thee. 

Montgomery 



396 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

435. L. M. 

Psalm 130.-2)^ Profundi*. 

FROM sin's dark depths, my God, to Thee 
I pour in tears my faltering prayer ; 
Oh ! hear my cry of agony ; 

Oh ! save me, save me from despair. 



2 For if Thy justice should pursue 

Whate'er of guilt Thine eye hath known, 
Oh ! who could stand the piercing view, 
Or stand before Thy awful throne ? 



3 But Thou canst burst the two-fold chain, 
That binds me still to sin and woe ; 
And Thou canst cleanse the earthly stain, 
That tells my fall before my foe. 



4 Oh ! free me, cleanse me, bid me live ! 

And bondage, guilt, and death remove I 
And while I tremble, still forgive ; 
For Thou art mercy, Thou art love. 



5 Then, by Thy mency reconciled, 

Boundless, unmerited, and free, 

Saviourl receive Thy long-lost child, 

His life, his hope, his all in Thee. 



AFFLICTION. 397 



4r36. C. M. 



w 



HEX languor and disease invade 
This trembling house of clay ; 
Tis sweet to look by faith abroad, 
And long to fly away ; 



2 Sweet to look inward, and attend 

The whispers of His love ; 
Sweet to look upward to the place 
Where Jesus pleads above ; 

3 Sweet on His faithfulness to rest, 

Whose love can never end ; 
Sweet on His covenant of grace 
For all things to depend ; 

4 Sweet in the confidence of faith, 

To trust His firm decrees ; 
Sweet to lie passive in His hands, 
And know no will but His. 

5 If such the sweetness of the streams, 

What must the fountain be, 
Where saints and angels share their bliss 
Immediately from Thee ? 

Toplady. 



4=37. II. 1. 

" Who shall lay any thing to the charge of God's elect ? It is God 
that justifieth, who is he thatcondemneth ? It is Christ that died, yea, 
rather that is risen again, who is even at the right hand of God, who 
also maketh intercession for us." 1 — Eom. S : 33, 34. 

FROM whence this fear and unbelief? 
Hast Thou, O Father, put to grief 



398 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

Thy spotless Son for me ? 
And will the righteous Judge of men 
Condemn me for that debt of sin, 

Which, Lord, was charged on Thee ? 

2 Complete atonement thou hast made, 
And to the utmost farthing paid 

Whatever thy people owed : 
How then can wrath on me take place. 
If sheltered in Thy righteousness, 

And sprinkled with Thy blood ? 

3 Turn, then, my soul ! unto thy rest ; 
The merits of thy Great High Priest 

Speak peace and liberty ; 
Trust in His all-atoning blood, 
Nor fear thy banishment from God, 

Since Jesus died for thee ! 



4:38. C. M. 

THERE is a fold where none can stray, 
And pastures ever green, 
Where sultry sun, or stormy day. 
Or night, is never seen. 

2 Far up the everlasting hills, 

In God'fl own light it lies ; 

His smile its \ -ast dimension fills 
With joy that never dies. 

3 One narrow vale, one darksome wave, 

Divides that land from this ; 

1 have a Shepherd pledged to save, 

And bear me home t<» bliss. 



AFFLICTION. 

4 Soon at His feet my soul will lie, 

In life's last struggling breath ; 
But I shall only seem to die, 
I shall not taste of death. 

5 Far from this guilty world, to be 

Exempt from toil and strife ; 
To spend eternity with Thee, 
My Saviour, this is life ! 



East. 



439. III. L 

" And the angel said unto them, Fear not : for behold ! I bring you 
glad tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you 
is born this day, in the city uf David, a Saviour, which is Christ the 
Lord.* , — Luke 2 : 10, 11. 

SWEETER sounds than music knows 
Charm me in Immanuel's name ; 
All her hopes my spirit owes 

To His birth, and cross, and shame. 

2 When He came the angels sung, 

" Glory be to God on high !" 
Lord, unloose my stammering tongue ! 
Who should louder sing than I ? 

3 Did the Lord a man become 

That He might the law fulfill ? 
Bleed and suffer in my room ? 

And canst thou, my tongue, be still ? 

4 No ; I must my praises bring, 

Though they worthless are, and weak ; 
For should I refuse to sing, 

Sure the very stones would speak. 

5 O my Saviour, Shield, and Sun, 

Shepherd, Brother, Master, Friend, 
Every precious name in one, 
I will love Thee without end. 



400 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

440. L. M. 

44 God forbid thr.t I should glory, save in the cross." — Gal. 6 : 14. 

WE sing the praise of Him who died, 
Of Him who died upon the cross : 
The sinner's hope let men deride 

For this we count the world but loss. 

2 Inscribed upon the cross we see, 
In shining letters, "God is love." 
He bears our sins upon the tree — 
He brings us mercy from above. 

9 The cross, it takes our guilt away : 
It holds the fainting spirit up; 
It cheers with hope the gloomy day, 
And sweetens every bitter cup. 

4 It makes the coward spirit brave. 

And nerves the feeble arm for fight ; 
It takes its terror from the grave, 

And gilds the bed of death with light. 

5 The balm of life, the cure of woe, 

The measure and the pledge of love; 
The sinner's refuge here below. 
The angel's theme in heaven above. 



4:4L1. HI- 5. 

44 Lord, behold, he whom Thou lovest is ilckf.**— loBM 11 : & 

SAYK rtJBI I can welcome sickness 
[f these words be Baid of me: 

Can rejoice 'midsl pain and weakness, 
If I :nn but loved by Thee; 

Love so precious, 
Balm for every wound will be. 



AFFLICTION. 40 1 

2 Thou, who waitest not for fitness 

In the souls Thy blood has saved, 
Let Thy Spirit now bear witness, 
He this sentence has engraved — 

Love so precious, 
Gives me all my prayers have craved. 

3 Though that love send days of sadness 

In a life so brief as this, 
It prepares me days of gladness, 
And a life of perfect bliss. 

Love so precious, 
Bids me every fear dismiss. 

IV. THE BELIEVEK DYING. 

44,2. IILl. 

DEATHLESS Spirit, now arise ! 
Soar, thou native of the skies ; 
Pearl of price, by Jesus bought, 
To His glorious likeness wrought ; 
Go to shine before His throne, 
Deck His mediatorial crown ; 
Go His triumphs to adorn ; 
Made for God, to God return, 

2 Lo ! He beckons from on high ! 
Fearless to His presence fly ; 
Thine the merit of His blood, 
Thine the righteousness of God. 
Angels, joyful to attend, 

Ho v' ring round thy pillow bend ; 
Wait to catch the signal given, 
And escort thee quick to heaven. 

3 Is thy earthly house distrest ? 
Willing to retain her guest ? 
'Tis not thou, but she, must die ; 
Fly, celestial tenant, fly ; 



402 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

Burst thy shackles, drop thy clay, 
Sweetly breathe thyself away ; 
Singing, to thy crown remove, 
Swift of wing and fired with love. 

4 Shudder not to pass the stream : 
Venture all thy care on Him ; 
Him whose dying love and power 
Stilled its tossing, hushed its roar ; 
Safe is the expanded wave, 
Gentle as a summer's eve ; 

Not one object of His care 
Ever suffered shipwreck there. 

5 See the haven full in view ; 

Love divine shall bear thee through ; 

Trust to that propitious gale, 

Weigh thy anchor, spread thy sail ; 

Saints in glory, perfect made, 

Wait thy passage through the shade, 

Ardent for thy coming o'er ; 

See, they throng the blissful shone. 

6 Mount, their transports to improve; 
Join the longing choir above ; 
Swiftly to their wish be given, 
Kindle higher joy in heaven. 

Such the prospects that arise 
To the dying Christian's eyes ! 
Such the glorious vista faith 
Opens through the shades of death. 

TOPLADY. 

4r4:3. HI. 5. 

,k Wlna Christ, who Is our life, shall npnoar, thon shall ft alao i.|>ik<rt 
with Ilim in ^lory." — Col. 3 : 4. 



.1 



and 

All \\\< Buffering, death, and pain, 
Prove in lite our oonsol&tion 
And in death our j<>v remain, 
Hallelujah] 

Christ's our life — hence death is gain. 



AFFLICTION. 403 

2 On His precious death and merit, 

All our hopes are safely built ; 
We rejoice in His salvation, 

Freed from sin's condemning guilt : 

Sing His triumphs ; 
Twas for us His blood was spilt. 

3 Jesus yieldeth up His spirit ; 

Lo ! He bows His head and dies ! 
From His death we life inherit ; 
Hence our happiness takes rise : 

We now glory, 
Only in this sacrifice. 

4 Jesus' body once interred 

Sanctifies His people's rest, 
And the place which keeps their bodies, 
Since earth lodged that heavenly guest, 

Now is hallowed ; 
We lie down in hope most blest. 

5 Our Redeemer rose victorious ; 

Oh! what joy doth this afford! 
Lasting bliss awaits us yonder, 
Raised to glory, like our Lord ! 

Blessed Saviour ! 
Ever be by us adored ! 

6 Conquering Lord ! to heaven ascended, 

To prepare for us a place, 
Pleading Thine own blood and merit ; 
Hence our faith rests on Thy grace : 

Then in glory, 
We shall see Thee face to face ! 

V Jesus ! at Thy blest appearing, 

Freed from weakness, grief, arid pain, 
We, restored to Thy likeness, 
Then shall join the happy train : 

Make us ready, 
Lord ! Thy glory to obtain. 



4(M HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

4r4r4. L. M. 

YTrilY should we start and fear to die ? 

t T What tim'rous worms we mortals are ! 
Death is the gate to endless joy, 
And yet we dread to enter there. 

2 The pains, the groans, the dying strife, 

Fright our approaching souls away ; 
And we shrink back again to life, 
Fond of our prison and our clay. 

3 Oh ! would my Lord His servant meet, 

My soul would stretch her wings in haste ; 
Fly fearless through death's iron gate, 
Nor feel the terrors as she passed. 

4 Jesus can make a dying-bed 

Feel soft as downy pillows are ; 
While on His breast I lean my head, 
And breathe my life out sweetly there. 

Watts. 



d 



4:4,5. L. M. 

11 My flesh and my heart faileth, but God is the strength of my heart 
and my portion forever. 1 ' — Psalm 78 : 26. 

q flesh and nature dread to die ? 

And tim'rous thoughts our hearts enslave? 
Yet grace can raise our hopes on high, 
And quell the terrors of the grave. 

2 What ! shall we run to gain the crown, 
Yet grieve to think the goal so near ; 
Afraid to have our labors done, 
And finish this important Avar? 



AFFLICTION. 405 

3 There shall we see Him face to face ; 

There shall we know as we are known : 
And Jesus, with His glorious grace, 
Shines in full light amidst the throne. 

4- 'Tis best, 'tis infinitely best, 

To go where tempters can not come : 
Where saints and angels, ever blest, 
Dwell, and enjoy their heavenly home. 

5 Oh ! for a visit from my Lord ! 

To drive my fears of death away, 
Aud help me through this darksome road, 
To realms of everlasting da v. 



4r4rt). C. M. 

" To depart and be \rith Christ i3 far better.'" — Phil. 1 : 23. 

OH ! how I long to reach my home, 
My glorious home in heaven ! 
And wish the joyful hour were come, 
The welcome mandate given ! 

2 Oh ! how I long to lay aside 

These worn-out weeds of clay ; 
And, led by my celestial guide, 
T' explore yon azure way ! 

3 Oh ! how I long to be with Christ, 

Where all His glory beams ! 
To be from this dark world dismissed, 
Which His dear name blasphemes ! 

4 Oh ! how I long that world to hail, 

Where sin can ne'er defile ! 
Where not a cloud shall ever veil 
From me my Saviour's smile ! 



406 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

5 Oh ! how I long to join the choir, 
Who worship at His feet! 
Lord, grant me soon my heart's desire! 
Soon, soon, Thy work complete ! 



i 



4:4:7. L. M. 

" I know that my Redeemer livcth. ,, — Job 19 : 25. 

KNOW that my Redeemer lives : 

(This thought transporting pleasure gives,) 
And standing, at the latter day, 
On earth, His glories shall display. 



2 And though this weak and mortal frame 
Sink to the dust from whence it came — 
Though buried in the silent tomb, 

And worms my skin and flesh consume ; 

3 Yet on that happy rising morn, 
New life this body shall adorn ; 
These active powers refined shall be, 
And God, my Saviour, I shall see. 

4 Though mouldering in its bed of clay, 
My mortal form to dust decay, 

Yet, for myself, these wandering eyes 
God shall behold, with glad surprise. 



4r4r8. L. M 

M Thftnkl bt to God who giveth us the victory, through our IwrJ 
Jesu3 Christ.'" — 1 GOB. 15 : 55. 



I 



STOOD beside the dark death-bed, 

My arm sustained the sufferer's head ; 

That sinking head and glazing eve, 
Proclaimed the King of terrors nigh. 



AFFLICTION. 407 

2 Yet, tyrant ! in that final hour, 

Thou still shalt own a mightier power ; 
I named the name of Christ, and lo ! 
It checked thy hand and staid the blow. 

3 O name, to every Christian dear 
But sweetest to the dying ear ! 

That sound, when other sounds were vain, 
Upraised the sinking head again. 

4 The glazing eye, so dull that e'en 
Our streaming tears fell all unseen — 
Caught at the word a parting ray, 
Earnest of heaven's approaching day. 

5 A smile of speechless joy that told, 
Relumed those features pale and cold ; 
Rallied that tongue, its powers once more — - 
Re-echoed " Christ" — and all was o'er ! 



4=4:9. III. 2. 

JESUS, my Redeemer, lives, 
Christ, my trust, is dead no more, 
In the strength this knowledge gives, 

Shall not all my fears be o'er ; 
Calm, though death's long night be fraught 
Still with many an anxious thought ? 

2 Jesus, my Redeemer, lives, 

And His life I once shall see ; 
Bright the hope this promise gives, 

Where He is I too shall be. 
Shall I fear then ? Can the head 
Rise and leave the members dead ? 



408 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

3 Close to Him my soul is bound, 

In the bonds of Hope enclasped ; 
Faith's strong hand this hold hath found, 

And the rock hath firmly grasped. 
Deatli shall ne'er my soul remove 
From her refuge in Thy love. 

4 I shall see Him with these eyes. 

Him whom I shall surely know ; 
Not another shall I rise, 

With His love this heart shall glow ; 
Only there shall disappear 
Weakness in and round me here. 

5 Ye who suffer, sigh, and moan, 

Fresh and glorious there shall reign ; 
Earthly here the seed is sown, 

Heavenly it shall rise again, 
Natural here the death we die, 
Spiritual our lite on high. 

6 Body, be thou of good cheer, 

In thy Saviour's care rejoice, 
Give not place to gloom and fear, 

Dead, thou yet shalt know His voice, 
When the final trump is heard, 
And the deaf cold grave is stirred. 

Lyr. Ger 



F 



450. in. 2. 

AKKWKLL, () ye much-loved friends! 

( rrief hath smote you as a sword, 
But t he ( lomforter descends 

( nto them who love the Lord. 
Weep not o'er a passing show, 
To tlf eternal world 1 go. 



AFFLICTION. 409 

Weep not that I take my leave 
Of the world ; that I exchange 

Errors that too closely cleave, 

Shadows, empty ghosts that range 

Through this world of naught and night, 

For a land of truth and light. 

Weep not, dearest to my heart, 

For I find my Saviour near, 
And I know that I have part 

In the pains He suffered here, 
When He shed His sacred blood 
For the whole world's highest good. 

Weep not, my Redeemer lives ; 

Heavenward springing from the dust 
Clear-eyed Hope, her comfort gives ; 

Faith, Heaven's champion, hids us trrst , 
Love eternal whispers nigh, 
" Child of God, fear not to die !" 

Lyr. Ger. 



451. n- 2. 

TV 7 HEX the last agony draws nigh, 

T T My spirit sinks in bitter fear : 

Courage ! I conquer though I die, 

For Christ with Death once wrestled here. 
Thy strife, O Christ! with Death's dark power 
Upholds me in this fearful hour. 

2 In faith I hide myself in Thee, 
I shall not perish in the strife ; 
I share Thy war, Thy victory, 

And death is swallowed up in life. 
Thy strife, O Christ ! with death of yore 
Hath conquered, and I fear no more. 

Lyk. G-eu. 
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410 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 



452. L. M. 

WAIT, O my soul! thy Maker's will ; 
Tumultuous passions, all be still, 
Nor let a murmuring thought arise ; 
His ways are just, His counsel wise. 

2 He in the thickest darkness dwells, 
Perforins His work, the cause conce 
But though His methods are unknown, 
Judgment and truth support His throne. 

3 In heaven and earth, and air and seas, 
He executes His firm decrees ; 

And by His saints it stands confessed, 
That what He does is ever best. 

4 Wait then, my soul, submissive wait, 
Prostrate before His awful seat ; 
And midst the terror of His rod, 
Trust in a wise and gracious God. 

Beddome. 



453. L. M. 

CE ASP] thou from man ; oh ! what to thee 
Can thy poor fellow mortals be ? 
Are they not erring, finite, frail ? 
What can their utmost aid avail ? 

2 Their very love will prove a snare; 
Then when thy heart becomes aware 
Of its own danger, it will bleed, 
For leaning on a broken reed. 

?> Why docs thy bliss so much depend 
On earthly relative or friend F 

There is a Friend who changes never, 

The love He gives He gives forever. 



AFFLICTION. 411 

4 He hath withdrawn thee now apart, 
To teach these lessons to thine heart ; 
Has darkened all thy earthly scene, 
That thou on Him alone may'st lean. 

5 His precious blood that balm supplies. 
For which thy wounded spirit sighs ; 
That only medicine can make whole 
The weary, faint, and sin-sick soul. 

6 Go to that Friend, poor aching heart ; 
He knows how desolate thou art ; 

He waits — He longs to see thee blest, 
And in Himself to <nve thee rest. 



4,54=. C. M. 

The Sympathy of Jesus. 

" For we have not an high priest which can not be touched with the 
feeling of our infirmities ; but was in all points tempted like as we are, 
yet without sin." — Heb. 4 : 15. 

JESUS, my sorrow lies too deep 
For human sympathy, 
It knows not how to tell itself 
To any but to Thee. 

2 Thou dost remember, amidst all 

The glories of Thy throne, 
The sorrows of humanity, 

For they were once Thine own. 

3 Yes, and as if Thou wouldst be God 

Eyen in misery, 
Thou'st left no sorrow but Thine own, 
Untouched by sympathy. 

4 Jesus, my fainting spirit brings 

Its fearf illness to Thee ; 
Thine eye alone can penetrate 
The clouded mystery. 



412 HYMNS AXD DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

5 And is it not enough, O Lord ! 
Thy holy sympathy ! 
That sorrow can not be too deep, 
That I may bring to Thee. 



o 



4:55. IV. 5. 

SAVIOUR ! whose mercy, severe In its 
kindness, 

Hath chastened my wanderings and guided 
my way, 
Adored be the power that pitied my blind- 
ness, 

And weaned me from phantoms that smil- 
ed to betray. 

2 Enchanted with ail that was dazzling and 

fair, 
I followed the rainbow — I oaughl at the 

toy; 

And still in displeasure Thy goodness was 
t here, 
Disappointing the hope and defeating the 

3 The blossom blushed bright, but a worm was 

below ; 
The moonlight shone fair, there was blight 

in t lie beam, 

Sweet whispered the breeze, but it whispered 
of woe ; 
And bitterness flowed in the soft flowing 
stream. 



AFFLICTION. 413 

4 So cured of my folly, yet cured but in part, 

I turned to the refuge Thy pity displayed, 
And still did this eager and credulous heart 
Weave visions of promise that bloomed 
but to fade. 

5 I thought that the course of the Pilgrim to 

heaven 
Would be bright as the summer and glad 
as the morn ; 
Thou showed me the path, it was dark and 
uneven, 
All rugged with rock, and all tangled with 
thorn. 

6 I dreamed of celestial rewards and renown, 

I grasped at the triumph that blesses the 

brave ; 
I asked for the palm-branch, the robe and the 

crown ; 
I asked, and Thou showedst me a cross and 

a grave ! 

7 Subdued and instructed, at length to Thy will 

My hopes and my wishes, my all I resign ; 
Oh ! give me a heart that can wait and be still, 
Xor know of a wish or a pleasure but 
Thine. 

8 There are mansions exempted from sin and 

from woe, 
But they stand in a region by mortals mi- 
trod, 
There are rivers of joy — but they roll not be- 
low ; 
There is rest — but it dwells in the presence 
of God. 

Grant. 
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414 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY 



4.-56. L- M. 

11 Having a desire to depart and to be with Christ, which is far het- 
ter."— Phil.1 : 23. 

IET me be with Thee, where Thou art, 
J My Saviour, my eternal rest ! 
Then only will this longing heart 
Be fully and forever blest. 

2 Let me be with Thee, where Thou art, 

Thy unveiled glory to behold ; 
Then only will this wandering heart 
Cease to be faithless, treacherous, cold. 

3 Let me be with Thee, where Thou art, 

Where spotless saints Thy name adore; 
Then only will this sinful heart 
Be evil and denied no more. 

4 Let me be with Thee, where Thou art ! 

Where none can die — where none remove : 
Where life nor death my soul can part 
From Thy blest presence, and Thy love. 



i 



457. 

OKI) Jesus Christ, true man and God, 
J Who borest anguish, scorn, the rod, 
Aii'l diedst at, last, upon the tree 

To bring Thy Father's grace to me ; 

1 pray Thee through that bitter woe, 
Let me, a sinner, mercy know. 



AFFLICTION 415 

When conies the hour of failing breath, 
And I must wrestle, Lord, with death ; 
When from my sight all fades away 
And when my tongue no more can say, 
And when mine ears no more can hear, 
And when my heart is racked with fear ; 

When all my mind is darkened o'er, 
And human help can do no more ; 
Then come, Lord Jesus, come with speed, 
And help me in my hour of need ; 
Lead me from this dark vale beneath, 
And shorten then the pangs of death. 

Ltr. Ger. 







458. 

PRINCE of life! I know 
That when I too lie low, 
Thou wilt at last my soul from death awaken ; 
Wherefore I will not shrink 
From the grave- s awful brink ; 
The heart that trusts in Thee shall ne'er be 
shaken. 

To me the darksome tomb 

Is but a narrow room, 
Where I may rest in peace from sorrow free. 

Thy death shall give me power 

To cry in that dark hour 
O death ! O grave ! where is your victory ? 

The grave can naught destroy, 

Only the flesh can die, 
And e'en the body triumphs o'er decay : 

Clothed by Thy wond'rous might, 

In robes of dazzling light, 
This flesh shall burst the grave at that last 
Day. 



416 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

4 My Jesus, day by day, 

Help me to watch and pray, 
Beside the tomb where in my heart Thou'rt 
laid. 
Thy bitter death shall be 
My constant memory, 
My guide at last into Death's awful shade. 

Lyr. Qesl 



V. WHEINI THE SPIBIT HAS PLED. 

459. c. M. 

\[OT for the pious dead we weep, 
ll Their sorrows now are o'er ; 
The sea is calm, the tempest past, 
On that eternal shore. 

2 Their peace is sealed, their rest is sure, 
Within that better home ; 
Awhile we weep and linger here, 
Then follow to the tomb. 

S Oh! might some dream of visioned bliss, 
Some trance of rapture, show 
Where on the bosom of their God, 
They rest from human woe. 

i Jesus ! our shadowy path illume, 
And teach the chastened mind 

To welcome all that's left of good, 
To all that's lost resigned. 

BasbIuld 



\ 



460. 
)W rests her soul in Jesus' arms, 

Her body hi the grave sleeps well, 

lis heart her death*chilled heart re-warms. 

And rest more deep than tongue can tell — 



AFFLICTION. 417 

Her few brief hours of conflict passed — 

She finds with Christ, her friend, at last ; 

She bathes in tranquil seas of peace, 
God wipes away her tears, she feels 
Xew life that all her languor heals, 

The glory of the Lamb she sees. 

She hath escaped all danger now, 
Her pain and sighing all are fled ; 

The crown of joy is on her brow, 
Eternal glories o'er her shed. 

In golden robes, a queen, a bride, 

She standeth at her Sovereign's side ; 

She sees His face unveiled and bright, 
With joy and love He greets her soul, 
She feels herself made inly whole, 

A lesser ligdit amid His light. 

The child hath now its Father seen, 
And feels what kindling love may be, 

And knoweth what those words may mean, 
" Himself, the Father, loveth thee." 

A shoreless ocean, an abyss 

Unfathomed, filled with good and bliss, 

Xow breaks on her enraptured sight ; 
She sees God's face, she learneth there, 
What this shall be, to be His heir, 

Joint-heir with Christ her Lord in light. 

The body rests, its labors over, 

And sleeps till Christ shall bid it wake ; 
The dust that earth and darkness cover, 

Then as a sun its tomb shall break. 
Ah ! with what joy it rises then 
To meet the perfect soul again ! 
Redeemed from death, no more to sever. 

At that great marriage-feast shall they 

With all the saints their homage pay, 
And worship there the Lamb forever. 

Lyr. Ge& 



418 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 



461. C. M 

THEN* I have conquered; then at last 
My course is run : good night ! 
I am well pleased that it is past. 

A thousand times, good night ! 
But ye, dear friends, whom I must leave, 

Look not thus anxiously ; 
Why should ye thus lament and grieve ? 
It standeth well with me. 

2 Farewell, O anguish, pain, and fear, 

Farewell, farewell, forever ! 
It glads my heart to leave you here, 

Redeemed from you forever ! 
Henceforth a life of joy I share, 

In my Creator's hand ; 
None of the griefs can touch me there, 

That haunt this lower land. 

3 Who yet o'er earth in time must roam, 

Not yet from error free, 
Scarce lisp the language of our home, 

The glad eternity. 
Far better is a happy death, 

Than worldly life, I trow ; 
The weakness once I sank beneath, 

I never more shall know. 

4 Farewell, thou dear, dear soul, tare well ! 

To those sweet pleasures go, 
That we who mourning here must dwell. 

Not yet, alas! can know. 
Ah ! when shall that great day be come, 

When these things fade away, 
And Thou shalt hid us welcome home 

Would God it were to-day ! 

JiVit. Gkr 



AFFLICTION. 419 



462. II. 2. 

LIE down in peace to take thy rest, 
Dear cherished form, no longer mine ; 
But bearing in thy clay-cold breast 

A hidden germ of life divine, 
Which, when th' eternal spring shall bloom, 
Will burst the shackles of the tomb. 

2 Lie down in peace to take thy rest, 

Unbroken will thy slumbers be ; 
Satan can now no more molest 

And death has done his worst on thee. 
Lie down thy hallowed sleep to take, 
Till clothed in glory thou shalt wake. 

3 Lie down in peace to take thy rest, 

We can no longer watch thy bed ; 
But glorious angels, spirits blest, 

Shall guard thee day and night instead. 
And when thine eyes unclosed shall be, 
Christ in His glory thou shalt see. 

4 Lie down in peace to take thy rest ; 

My eyes must weep, my heart must mourn ; 
But to thy soul with Jesus blest, 

For comfort and for hope I turn. 
Thou wilt not mark these tears that How ; 
Sorrows can never reach thee now. 

5 Lie down in peace to take thy rest, 

Let me betake myself to prayer, 
Binding faith's corslet on my heart, 

Lest Satan find an entrance there. 
God gave — though now His gift He claim, 
Still blessed be His holy name. 

Barton. 



420 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 



463. 

OUR beloved have departed, 
While we tarry, broken-hearted, 
In the dreary, empty house ; 
They have ended life's brief story. 
They have reached the home of glory, 
Over death victorious ! 

2 Hush that sobbing, weep more lightly , 
On we travel, daily, nightly, 

To the rest that they have found ; 
Are we not upon the river, 
Sailing fast to meet, for ever, 

On more holy, happy ground ? 

3 Whilst with bitter tears we're mourning, 
Thoughts to buried loves returning, 

Time is hasting us along : 
Downward to the grave's dark dwelling, 
Upward to the fountain swelling 

With eternal lite and song ! 

4 On we haste, to home invited, 
There with friends to be united 

In a surer bond than here ; 
Meeting soon, and meet for ever! 
Glorious hopes forsake us never, 

For Thy glimmering light is <lear. 

;> Ah ! the way is shining clearer, 
Afl we journey, ever nearer, 
To t he everlasting home ; 

Friends, who there await our landing, 

( 'omr.'ules, round 1 he throne QOW Standing, 

We salute you, and we eome. 



AFFLICTION. 42! 



4=64,. IH.1. 

THERE in peace his dust is laid, 
Jesus watches o'er his bed ; 
There in certain hope to lie 
Till the trumpet shakes the sky. 

2 One more safe ; the race is run ! 
Bright and brio-liter was the sun. 
Till the shining noon-day glowed 
O'er the pilgrim's heavenward road. 

3 Yet a few more changing days, 
Winter's cold, and sun's bright rays ; 
Yet a few more flowers to dress 
Earth's prolific wilderness ! 

4 Then round the believer's tomb 

Light from heaven shall cheer the gloom, 
While the prison-house shall shake ; 
First the dead in Christ shall wake. 

5 Glorious hour ! though sons of men 
Know not how and know not when, 
Lord! 'tis Thine to choose the day, 
Theirs to watch, and wait, and pray. 

18* 



DOXOLOGIES. 423 



DOXOLOGIES. 



CLASS I. 



C. M. 



TO Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
The God whom we adore, 
Be glory, as it was, is now, 
And shall be evermore. 



L. M. 

TO Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
The God whom earth and heaven adore 
Be glory, as it was of old, 

Is now, and shall be evermore. 



S. M. 

TO God the Father, Son, 
And Spirit, glory be, 
As 'twas, and is, and shall be so 
To all eternity. 



424 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 

CLASS II. 

II. 1. 

WO Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 

JL The God whom heaven's triumphant host 

And saints on earth adore ; 
Be glory as in ages past, 
As now it is, and so shall last 

When time shall be no more. 

II. 2. 

WO Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 

X The God whom heaven's triumphant host> 

And suffering saints on earth adore, 
Be glory as in ages past, 
As now it is, and so shall last 

When time itself shall be no more. 

II. 3. 

rpO God the Father, God the Son, 

JL And God the Spirit, Three in One, 

Be glory in the highest given, 

By all in earth, and all in heaven, 

A's was through ages heretofore, 

Is now, and shall be evermore. 

II. 4. 

WO God the Father, Son, 
I And Spirit, ever blessed, 
Eternal Three in One, 

All worship be addressed, 

As heretofore 

It was, is now, 
And shall be so 
For evermore. 



DOXOLOGIES. 425 

II. 5. 

TflO God the Father, and to God the Son, 
1 To God the Holy Spirit, Three in One, 
Be praise from all on earth and all in heaven, 
As was, and is, and ever shall be given. 

II. 6. 

ETERKAL praise be given, 
And songs of highest worth, 
By all the hosts of heaven, 

And all the saints on earth, 
To God, supreme confessed, 

To Christ, His only Son, 
And to the Spirit blessed, 
Eternal Three in One. 

II. 7. 

TO Father, Son, and Spirit blessed, 
Supreme o'er earth and heaven, 
Eternal Three in one confessed, 

Be highest glory given, 
As was through ages heretofore, 
Is now, and shall be evermore. 
By all in earth and heaven. 

II. 8. 

BY all on earth and all in heaven 
Be everlasting glory given, 
To God the Father, God the Son, 
And God the Spirit ; equal Three 
In undivided Unity, 

Ere time had yet its course begun : 
As was, and is, be highest praise, 
As still shall be through endless days. 



426 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 



CLASS III. 

III. 1. 

HOLY Father, holy Son, 
Holy Spirit, Three in One, 
Glory, as of old, to Thee, 
Now, and evermore shall be ! 



III. 2. 

PRAISE the Name of God most high, 
Praise Him all below the sky, 
Praise Him all ye heavenly host, 
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost ; 
As through countless ages past, 
Evermore His praise shall last. 



III. 3. 

PRAISE the Father, earth and heaven, 
Praise the Son, the Spirit praise, 
As it was, and is, be given 
Glory through eternal days. 



III. 4. 

TO the Father, throned in heaven, 
To the Saviour, Christ, His Son, 
To the Spirit, praise be given, 
Everlasting Three in One: 
As of old, the Trinity 
Still is worshipped, still shall be. 



DOXOLOGIES. 427 

III. 5. 

GREAT Jehovah ! we adore Thee, 
God the Father, God the Son, 
God the Spirit, joined in glory 
On the same eternal throne : 

Endless praises 
To Jehovah, Three in One. 



CLASS IV. 

IV. 1. 

BY angels in heaven 
Of every degree, 
And saints upon earth, 

All praise be addressed ; 
To God in Three Persons, 

One God ever blessed, 
As it has been, now is, 
And ever shall be 

IV. 2. 

4 LL praises to the Father, the Son, 
j\. And Spirit, thrice holy and blessed, 
Th' eternal, supreme Three in One, 
Was, is, and shall still be addressed. 



IV. 3. 

ALL praise to the Father, all praise to the Son, 
All praise to the Spirit, thrice blessed, 
The holy, eternal, supreme Three in One, 
"Was, is, and shall still be addressed. 



428 HYMNS AND DEVOTIONAL POETRY. 



IV. 4. 

FATHER Almighty, to Thee be addressed, 
With Christ and the Spirit, one God ever 
blessed, 
All glory and worship from earth and from 

heaven, 
As was, and is now, and shall ever be given. 



IV. 5. 

ALL glory and praise to the Father be given, 
The Son, and the Spirit, from earth and from 
heaven ; 
As was and is now, be supreme adoration, 
And ever shall be, to the God of salvation. 



COME, let us adore Him ; come, bow at His 
feet ; 
Oh! give Him the glory, the praise that is meet ; 
Let joyful hosannas unceasing arise, 
And join the fall chorus that gladdens the skies. 



INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 



A 

PAGK 

Abide with me, fast falls the evening tide, 354 

A debtor to mercy alone, 182 

Again we lift our voice, 235 

Ah ! I shall soon be dying, 168 

Ah ! my dear Lord, whose changeless love, 337 

Ah ! whither should I go, Ill 

Ah ! who can speak the vast dismay, 63 

Alas ! and did my Saviour bleed, 80 

Alas ! how changed that lovely flower, 238 

Alleluia ! best and sweetest, 160 

All hail the power of Jesus' name, 138 

All ye that pass by, 93 

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, 282 

Am I a soldier of the Cross, 147 

Am I to this seclusion brought, 392 

And am I born to die, 221 

And am I only born to die, 245 

And be it so that till this hour, 150 

And can I yet delay, 106 

And can it be that I should gain, 104 

And can my heart aspire so high, 192 

And let our bodies part, 301 

And let this feeble body fail, 227 

And must this body die, 246 

And now, my soul, another year, 286 

And wilt thou yet be found, 338 

Angels from the realms of glory, 80 

Angels roll the rock away, 311 

Angels your march oppose, 145 

Another fleeting day is gone, 315 

Arise, my soul, arise, 108 

Around the throne of God in heaven, 325 



430 INDEX OF FIKST LINES. 



PAGK 



Art thou acquainted, my soul, 379 

Arm of the Lord, awake, awake, 21 G 

A safe stronghold our God is still, 357 

Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep, 219 

Awaked by Sinai's awful sound, l .>2 

Awake and sing the song, 140 

Awake, my soul, in joyful lays, 298 

Awake, our drowsy souls, 253 

B 

Begin, my tongue, the heavenly strain, 24 

Behold a stranger at the door, 886 

Behold the Lamb, 8 1 5 

Behold the throne of grace, 117 

Beset with snares on every hand, 172 

Blest Sabbath eve ! thy holy calm, 827 

Blow ye the trumpet, blow, 81 

Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, 296 

Broad is the road that leads to death, 181 

Broken-hearted, weep no more, -'.22 

Burst, ye emerald gates, and bring, 295 

By every means, in every way, li>7 

By faith in Christ, I walk with God, 1 7<"> 

By faith I see my Saviour dying, 355 

c 

('all Jehovah thy salvation, 80S 

Cease thou from man, oh ! what to thee, 410 

Cease here longer to detain me, 237 

Centre of our hopes Thou art, 209 

Chamber of sickness, much to thee 1 owe, 398 

Child of sin and sorrow, o.s 

Christian brethren, ere ire part, 800 

Christ is the sure foundation-stone, 85 

Christ, of all my hopes the ground 155 

Gome, Holy Ghost, my soul inspire, :>i 

Come, Holy Ghost, our hearts inspire 52 



INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 431 

PAGB 

Come, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire, 50 

Come, Holy Spirit, calm my mind, 50 

Come, Holy Spirit, come, ' 51 

Come, humble sinner, in whose breast, 77 

Come, let us anew, 298 

Come, let us ascend, my companion and friend, 157 

Come, let us join our friends above, 233 

Come, my soul, thy suit prepare, 118 

Come on, my partners in distress, 275 

Come, thou Traveller unknown, 309 

Come, Thou universal Good, 365 

Come, ye sinners, to the Lord, 65 

Come, sinner, to the Gospel feast, 67 

Come, Thou Almighty King, 131 

Come, Thou Fount of every blessing, 297 

Come to the land of peace, 366 

Come, weary souls, with sin distressed, 66 

Come, ye sinners, poor and needy, 91 

Come, ye souls by sin afflicted, 70 

Come, ye weary souls oppressed, 79 

Commit thou all thy griefs, 183 

Creator Spirit, by whose aid, 54 

p 

Darkness overspreads us here, 169 

Day of judgment, day of wonders, 257 

Day of wrath, that day of burning, 265 

Day of wrath, that day of mourning, , . . . 352 

Deathless spirit, now arise, 401 

Deep are the wounds which sin has made, 74 

Depth of mercy, can there be, 195 

Do flesh and nature dread to die, 404 

Do not I love Thee, O my Lord, 189 

Dwell not, my searching soul, 333 



482 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 

E 

PAGB 

Earth has engrossed my love too long, 292 

Eternal beam of light divine, 44 

Eternal Spirit, we confess, 53 

F 

Farewell, clear friends, I must be gone, 32G 

Farewell, ye much-loved friends, 408 

Far from the narrow scenes of night, '2(58 

Far from the world, Lord, I flee, 154 

Father, how wide Thy glory shines, 26 

Father, I stretch my hands to Thee, 171 

Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 317 

Forever with the Lord, 323 

Forever here my rest shall be, 202 

For mercies countless as the sands, 303 

For what shall I praise thee, my God and my King, . . . 370 

Fountain of Grace, rich, full, and free, : . . 155 

Friend after friend departs, 377 

From every stormy wind that blows, 180 

From my own works at last I cease, 88 

From pole to pole let others roam, 188 

From sin's dark depths, my God, to Thee, 896 

From the Cross, uplifted high, 72 

From whence this fear and unbelief, 3U7 

G 

Give to the winds thy fears, 152 

Gently, gently, lay Thy rod,. 881 

Glory, glory, everlasting, 88 l 

Glory unto JeeUfl 1"', 109 

God of mv life, to Thee 1 call, 373 

God of pity, God of love, 371 

God that madest heaven and earth, 313 

<;<» to dark Gethsemane, 43 

Grateful uotei and cumbers bring 180 



INDEX OF FIRST LIXES. 433 

H 

PAGE 

Hail, everlasting spring, 38 

Hail, holy, holy, holy Lord, 22 

Hail the day that sees Him rise, 254 

Half a wreck by tempest driven, 378 

Happy soul, thy days are ended, 229 

Hark, an awful voice is sounding, Gl 

Hark, a voice divides the sky, 243 

Hark, from the Cross a voice of peace, 73 

Hark, how the Gospel trumpet sounds, 83 

Hark, my soul, it is the Lord, 305 

Hark, ten thousand harps and voices, 48 

Hark, ten thousand voices sounding, 263 

Hark, the song of jubilee, 218 

Hark, the voice of love and mercy, 281 

Hark, what mean these holy voices, 31 

Hark, what voice of love is speaking, 240 

Hasten, Lord, the glorious time, 214 

Haste, my dull soul, arise, 162 

Head of the hosts in glory, 199 

He lives, the great Redeemer lives, 41 

Hear, sinner ! mercy hails you, 71 

Hearts of stone, relent, relent, 75 

Here is my heart ! my God, I give it thee, 57 

Holy Lord God, I love Thy truth. 206 

How beautiful the morning star, 349 

How blest the righteous when he dies, 230 

How blest the state of saints above, 205 

How dread are thine eternal years, 82 

How happy are they, 283 

How happy is the pilgrim's lot, 156 

How long the time since Christ began, 72 

How sad our state by nature is, Ill 

How solemn the signal I hear, 225 

How sweet the name of Jesus sounds, 37 

How swift the torrent rolls, 224 



434 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 

PACK 

How tedious and tasteless the hours, 190 

How vain are all things here below, 181 

i 

I asked the Lord that I might grow, 185 

If death my friends and me divide, 243 

If human kindness meets return, 351 

If 'tis sweet to mingle where, 281 

I heard the voice of Jesus say, 100 

I know that my Redeemer lives, 406 

I lay my sins on Jesus, 99 

I look around me, all is sad, 389 

I love to steal awhile away, 127 

In age and feebleness extreme, 230 

In a land of strange delight, 313 

In all my vast concerns with Thee, 27 

I need thee, blessed Jesus, 342 

In sleep's serene oblivion laid, 161 

In songs of sublime adoration and praise, 115 

In themselves as weak as worms, 120 

In the sun, and moon, and stars, 272 

In the vineyard of our Father, 361 

In true and patient hope, 153 

In vain my fancy strives to paint, . 232 

I send the joys of earth away, 186 

Is this the kind return, 167 

I stood beside the dark death-bed 406 

I think when I read that sweet story of old, 360 

I thirst, but not as once I did, 178 

It matters not when fruit appears, 390 

1 was a wandering sheep, 165 

} would not live alway, live alway below, 316 

J 

Jerusalem, my happy home, 272 

Jesus, and didst Thou condescend, 381 

Jesus, at Thy command, 279 



INDEX OF FIRST LIKES. 435 

pagt: 

Jesus, full of all compassion, 119 

Jesus hath died that I might live, 151 

Jesus, I love Thy charming name, 30 

Jesus, I my cross have taken, 350 

Jesus' life of grief and sorrow, 402 

Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone, 187 

Jesus, my Redeemer, lives, 407 

Jesus, my sorrow lies too deep, 411 

Jesus, once numbered with the dead, 247 

Jesus, the Conqueror, reigns, 217 

Jesus, the very thought of Thee, 149 

Jesus, the sinner's friend, to Thee, 102 

Jesus, Thou art the sinner's friend, 290 

Jesus, Thy blood and righteousness, 95 

Jesus, Thy boundless love to me, 211 

Jesus, Thy heavenly grace impart, 202 

Jesus where'er Thy people meet, 301 

Joy to the world, the Lord is come, 6 

Just as I am, without one plea, 9 

Just o'er the grave I hung, 159 

K 

Keep silence, all created things, 23 

Kindred in Christ, for His dear sake, 299 

L 

Let me be with Thee where Thou art, 414 

Let me go, the day is breaking, 242 

Let party names no more, 299 

Let thoughtless thousands choose the road, 287 

Let us love and sing and wonder, 142 

Lie down in peace to take thy rest, 419 

Light of those whose dreary dwelling, 219 

Little travellers Zionward, 359 

Lo, He comes, with clouds descending, 261 

Lo, He cometh, countless trumpets, 262 

Lo, the prisoner is released, 244 



436 INDEX OF FIRST LIXES. 

PAGE 

Lo, what a glorious sight appears, 20 -i 

Lone, amidst the dead and dying, 548 

Long let the breathing music float, 239 

Look down, Lord ! with pitying eye, 53 

Lord, at Thy feet in dust I lie, 121 

Lord, fix a principle within, 210 

Lord God, the Holy Ghost, 49 

Lord, I believe a rest remains, 19$ 

Lord, in the morning Thou shalt hear, 291 

Lord, in the strength of grace, 32? 

Lord, it belongs not to my care, 

Lord Jesus, are we one with Thee 332 

Lord Jesus Christ, true man and Cod, -Ill 

Lord of all power and might, SS7 

Lord of my life, length of my days, 270 

Lord, teach us how to pray aright 121 

Lord, Thou hast won, at length I yield, 113 

Love divine, all love excelling, 207 

M 

Mary to the Saviour's tomb. 280 

Many woes had Christ endured, 40 

Mercy alone can meet my case, 105 

Mercy, O thou son of David, 101 

Mighty God, while angels bless thee, 136 

Mortals, awake, with angels join, 187 

My days, my weeks, my months, my years, 222 

My faith looks up to Thee, I 7 I 

My former hopes are iled, 114 

My Cod, I love thee, not because, 105 

I, in v Father, while I stray, 164 

My God, whose gracious pity I may claim, 8Y8 

My hope, my all, my Saviour Thou, 181 

My song shall bless the Lord of all, 40 

My span of life will SOOU be done, 158 

My soul, be on thy guard, 149 

My soul would lain indulge ;i hope, 1 9 1 



INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 437 

PAGE 

My sufferings all to Thee are known, 367 

My times are in Thy hand, 320 

N 

Nay, I will not let Thee go, 130 

Nearer, my God, to Thee, 378 

No more, my God, I boast no more, 89 

No war nor battle sound, 29 

Not for the pious dead we weep, 416 

Not willingly dost Thou afflict, 383 

Now I have found the ground wherein, 109 

Now let our souls on wings sublime, 226 

Nov.* to the Lord a noble song, 25 

Now to thine altar, Lord, 32 

Now rests her soul in Jesus' arms, 416 

o 

blessed souls are they, 293 

O'er the gloomy hills of darkness, 216 

Oh ! could I find from day to day, 175 

Oh ! could I speak the matchless worth, 135 

Oh ! fly, mourning sinner, saith Jesus to me, 107 

Oh ! for a heart to praise my God, 203 

Oh ! for a thousand tongues to sing, 37 

O glorious hope of perfect love, 284 

O God, from whom my spirit came, 372 

O God ! most merciful and true, 201 

O God ! our help in ages past, 287 

O God ! we praise Thee and confess, 28 

O God ! what am I in Thy sight, 384 

Oh ! had I the wings of a dove, 328 

O holy Saviour ! Friend unseen, 33 

Oh ! how I long to reach my home, 405 

Oh ! how soft that bed must be, 382 

Oh ! may the great Redeemer's name, 213 

Oh ! may thy powerful word, 145 

O holy, holy, holy Lord, 21 



138 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 



P.IGE 



Oh ! that I knew the secret place, 18-4 

Oh ! the delights, the heavenly joys, -11 

Oil ! the hour when this material, 

Oh ! what a mighty change, 271 

<»h ! where can the soul mid relief from its woes 260 

Oh ! wondrous power of faithful prayer, 120 

Jesus ! let Thy dying cry 204 

Jesus ! source of calm repose 30 

Lord ! I put my trust in Thee, 894 

Lord ! my best desire fulfill. 876 

Lord my God ! in mercy turn, 

Mother, dear Jerusalem, 27;) 

my soul ! what means this sadness, 191 

On earth the song begins, l-l 1 

One sole baptismal Bign, 816 

On Jordan's stormy banks I stand 2 ' 

On the mountain's top appearing, 812 

O Prince of life ! I know, 410 

sacred head ! now wounded, -12 

O Saviour! whose mercy Severe in its kindness 412 

silent Lamb ! for me thou hast endured, 316 

Thou by long experience tried 151 

Thou from whom all goodness flows, 289 

Thou Great power in whom 1 move 

O Thou in whose presence my soul takes delight li»r> 

Thou that hear'st the prayer of faith, 167 

Thou that wouldst not have, 124 

Thou whose mercy guides my way, . I 

Time ! how few thy value weigh, 

Oar beloved huve departed, 420 

Our souls by love together knit, 

p 

Parting soul, the Hoods await thee, -2 1 

b few swiftly fleeting years, 280 

People of the living God, 812 

: dark T a ' ,r > 



INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 439 

PAGF 

Plead Thou, oh ! plead my cause, 125 

Praise ye Jehovah's name, 134 

Prayer was appointed to convey, 123 

Prostrate, dear Jesus, at thy feet, 103 

E 

Rejoice, rejoice, believers, 321 

Rejoice, the Lord is King, 13.3 

Rest from thy labor, rest, 247 

Rise, daughter of Zion, thy mourning is o'er, 343 

Rise, glorious Conqueror, rise, 339 

Rock of ages, cleft for me, 90 

s 

Safely through another week, 277 

Saviour, breathe an evening blessing 128 

Saviour, I can welcome sickness, 40u 

Saviour, in mercy hear the sighs, 333 

Saviour, once to Thee presented, 391 

Saviour, visit Thy plantation, 56 

Saviour, we wait the day, 223 

Say, sinner, hath a voice within, 76 

See how great a flame aspires, 55 

See the Eternal Judge descending, 25S 

Servant of God, well done, 250 

Show pity, Lord ; Lord ! forgive, 122 

Shrinking from the cold hand of death, 228 

Since o'er Thy footstool here below 343 

Sinner, art thou still secure, 78 

Sinner, oh ! why so thoughtless grown, 61 

Sinners, will you scorn the message, 76 

Songs anew of honor framing, 215 

So let our lips and lives express, 1SS 

Sovereign grace hath power alone, 97 

Stand th' omnipotent decree, 255 

Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears, 176 

Stop, sinner ! stop and think,. 84 



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Strange and mysterious is my life, 170 

Strive, for the way is straight, 67 

Sweeter sounds than music knows, 399 

Sweet is the work, my God, my King, 318 

Sweet the moments rich in blessing, 198 

Sun of my soul, my Saviour dear, 101 

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Take courage, my soul ! this life which seems, 381 

Tell me of that great Physician, 

That awful day will surely come, 259 

That man no guard, no weapon needs, 307 

The church has waited long, 33G 

The day of wrath, that dreadful day, 266 

Thee we adore, eternal Name, 229 

The God of Abraham praise, 840 

The Gospel comes witli welcome news, S9 

The hour of my departure's come, 218 

The Lord descended from above, _:> 

The moment comes, the only one, 896 

The praying spirit breathe, 117 

Til.- Saviour, oh! what endless charms 86 

The Son of God is gone to war,. , -13 

The voice of Free Grace, 09 

Then I have conquered; then at last, i is 

There in peace his dust is laid, 121 

There la a fold where none can stray, 

There ia a fountain filled with blood, 96 

There La a gOOd and pleasant land, 849 

There la a happy land, 862 

There 18 a DOUae not made with hands •j: , »."» 

There ia a place of woe unmixed, 288 

There la a thought can lilt the soul, 819 

This fleah has Ofl the servant been 869 

1 r\ la the God we adore k 2'.»7 

I The'.' ill faith we la\ 

\ ©, lint \\r w ill not deplore thee, 'J. 1 1 



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Thou art my hiding-place, Lord, 129 

Thou comforter Divine, 55 

Thou God of glorious majesty, 173 

Thou hidden love of God, whose height, 206 

Thou Judge of quick and dead, 257 

Thou Man of Griefs, remember me, 338 

Thus far the Lord hath led me on, 353 

Thy will be done in devious way, 164 

'Tis not too arduous an essay, 146 

To-day if ye will hear His voice, 85 

To God I lift my eyes, 163 

To Jesus, the crown of my hope, 320 

Tossed no more on life's rough billow, 245 

'Twas on that dark, that doleful night, 45 

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Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb, 250 

Upward I lift mine eyes, 324 

Urge on your rapid course, 144 

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Vain, delusive world, adieu, 177 

Vain man, thy fond pursuits forbear, 62 

W 

Wait, my soul ! thy Maker's will, 410 

Watchman, tell us of the night, 219 

Watchman, onward to your stations, 212 

Weary of wandering from my God, 208 

We're travelling home to heaven above, 86 

We sing the praise of Him who died, 400 

Welcome, welcome, dear Redeemer, 114 

W r hat blissful harmonies above, 267 

What is life? 'tis but a vapor, 316 

What sinners value I resign, 308 

What's this that steals, .' 234 



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What think ye of Christ, is the test, 307 

What various hindrances we meet, 120 

When any turn from Zion's way, 1 79 

When darkness long has veiled my mind, 376 

When God is nigh my faith is strongs 254 

When I can trust my all with God, 363 

When languor and disease invade, 397 

When marshaled on the nightly plain, 291 

When, my Saviour, shall I be, 209 

When pining sickness wastes the frame, , . 377 

When shall we meet again, 314 

When the last agony draws nigh, 409 

When this passing world is done, 334 

When thy mortal life is fled, 60 

Wherefore should I make my moan, 239 

Where high the heavenly temple stands, 34 

While life prolongs its precious light, 64 

While with ceaseless course the sun, 289 

Who can tell what notes of sadness, 215 

Who shall the Lord's elect condemn, 306 

Why do we mourn departing friends, 225 

Why, O my soul ! why thus depressed, 365 

Why should we start and fear to die, 404 

With joy we meditate the graee, 1 80 

With tearful eyes 1 look around, 364 

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Yc Christian heralds, go proclaim, 212 

Ye dying Bona of men, 80 

Ye glittering toys of earth, adieu L48 

Yc golden lamps of heaven, farewell, 281 

Ye trembling captives, hear, 71 

Ye \ irgin souls arise, 260 

the Redeemer's gone 1 12 

Yes, ire trust the day is breaking, B02 

Your harps, ye trembling saints, 285 



